Salt and Pepas on the mic makin sure you like
The type of hype thats unbelievable to write
Spinderellas gonna spin from beginning to end
Once again, were gonna let the party begin
So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it out?
You know it Salt, Im ready to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to work it out?
Cuz Salt and Pepa is ready to work it out
So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run
Now let the drums run (good), the drums run
So let the rhythm run (huh?), the rhythm run
Yo, Salt... Whassup? Can we get some?
They call me Salt, Im like a billion bulbs
The rhymes I toss, theyre more electric than a lightning bug
On the strength I swore theres no either/or
MCs, were gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war
Some rappers got soul on the mic, right? (Right)
But others be playin it like theyre all that
And you know whatll happen if I dont like your style of rappin
Step on stage as soon as Im on it
Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent
Hurb pumps the bass upon the sound system
We kick a rhyme and claim another victim
People round the world, I like to play to em
In every club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam were known as the party stars
Gimme a mic, and the house is like Mardi Gras
I couldnt do it though without the help from
The melody that we call the rhythm
Yo, Pepa, are you ready to work it out, huh?
Yeah, I been ready to work it out
So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run (who?)
Aw, cmon Pep, go ahead and bust one
If the Pep you want, thats just what youll get
As the rhythm runs, sweats in full effect
I see a crowd, I cant help but get hyped
You gotta be, throw it on and recite
A dope rhmye cuz Im a lyrical queen
The Pepa MCs makin microphones sing
Notes to provoke, they called her a joke
The speaker smoked when I spoke
Boy, you better kill the noise
Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run
Let the drums run (yeah), now let em run
Mess around and Ill bet you dont get none
Is it over yet? Never, it gets better
Well let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is added for some soul
Now the guitar will make ya rock n roll
My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere without it
You gotta better one, Im sorry but I doubt it
My partners name is Pep, shes not a half-stepper
You think youre kinda def, but I think that shes deffer
Since rappin is art and Im a dope artist
If lyrics mean youre smart, then I must be the smartest
My DJ likes to spin, we call her Spinderella
If cuttin em was a book, shed be a million seller
Salts kinda short, but she dont ever take none
A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one
Assume the position, commence the dance session
Loosen up, listen, its not a dance lesson
Seatbelts fastened, lets have some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythms gonna run
Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythms done
Let the drums run, no, the drums are done
|
