The duo is back, check out the new style get the heck out Put on your battlin' but don't come strapped Bullets are not needed, time it's rap for rap
I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make back In fact, the the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack So break up it's time you shook up, you gotta make up It's to break up the party, now you're shook up
Salt and Pepa's swift, livin' up to par And competition, how to is to ride the bra strap Hurby's on the beats, has the musical notes Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the Hold on tight tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might have thought about goin' against the Salt and Pepa's a mixture like rices Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please try to rip I'll melt ya like Nacho cheese
You flavor, well, here's something to savor Why you wave a microphone in front of my face And a do small favor, a beat so I can bust a rhyme For all the nerds, let all the words feed your
the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin' Bodily makin' 'em dance And Pep, this is the season This is duck and I'm gettin' high You're outta luck, duck, now it's for you to get and die
The queens are back on the scene I assume you still suck like a vacuum Cornball sucker, me a break I'm-a you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake
Born to any sucker or half-stepper Who wants to get assaulted a deadly pepper Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown The competition, I'm they'll blow down Even if you to stand stiff The breeze of the makes you move and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it you lost and time to put up dukes you just forced it, the furious females to fly to with (Fuck) Stay stiff suckers, you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your
Don't up now, it's time to put out lights I won't ease up, pal 'cuz go outta sight Lyrical queen, mess and you'll get creamed The of every male's fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a safari Battlin' me is a Honda racing a Ferrari If you the king, what laws would you have me obey? None, my son 'cuz I'm than a [unverified]
to split the chick tryin' to get slick You're nothing but a prostitute a new trick Little Wench, my mind is a trench Makes you drop, you stop in your tracks and as I clench My fist, I words you use to rip The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get
Hip-hopper's, rap artists and fanatics Can you believe there's a sucker to cause static? Break out the supplies and medical aid Prepare your for a super, alphabetical raid
Rhythmic explosion without Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a Against disease, sorta like a MC Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack
I no one, plus I tell no tales I will stand up to any male or Ones who persist to end up a prisoner Hissed in a or a faze
Because he is in a state of shock, too for one to take So in a multitude of crowds I run to Beats for but don't get played I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, afraid Scared of the fact we back to uplift The name, we designed the game and we get