The duo is back, competition check out the new Then get the out Put on your battlin' gear but come strapped Bullets are not needed, this it's rap for rap
I'm makin' the move and you'll have to make yours back In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack get a lip smack So up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up It's time to break up the party, now shook up
Salt and gettin' swift, livin' up to par And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to the bra strap Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical Spinderella's like a spinnin' music so dope Makin' a lot of noise for all the shootin' the gift Hold on tight tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might have thought about against the spices Salt and Pepa's a mixture Chinese rices Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please try to rip Because I'll melt ya like cheese
You want flavor, well, here's something to Why you wave a microphone in front of my face And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can a rhyme For all the nerds, let all the words feed mind
Statin' the and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin' Bodily makin' 'em dance And Pep, this is the Christmas This is season and I'm gettin' high outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are on the scene I assume you still like a vacuum machine Cornball sucker, give me a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake
Born to any sucker or half-stepper Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly Go down, low-down, ain't no showdown The competition, I'm sure they'll down Even if you seem to stiff The breeze of the makes you move and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it seems you and time to put up dukes 'Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (Fuck) Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to A score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead
Don't fuse up now, it's to put out lights I won't ease up, pal I'm-a go outta sight Lyrical queen, around and you'll get creamed The star of every male's fantasy or
The ebony princess in a safari Battlin' me is like a racing a Ferrari If you were the king, laws would you have me obey? None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker than a
Quick to split the tryin' to get slick You're nothing but a prostitute a new trick Miss Wench, my mind is a trench Makes you drop, then you stop in tracks and as I clench My fist, I twist you use to rip The time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists and rhyme Can you believe there's a sucker trying to static? Break out the supplies and medical aid Prepare your mind for a super, raid
Rhythmic without corrosion Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a disease, sorta like a wack MC Rhymes more than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no one, plus I no tales I will stand up to any male or Ones who to resist end up a prisoner Hissed in a daze or a
Because he is in a of shock, too hard for one to take So in a of crowds I run to break Beats for torture but don't get I stay paid, I ya now you shook, you're afraid of the fact we came back to uplift The name, we the game and we get swift