The duo is back competition check out the new style
Then get the heck out
Put on your battlin gear but don t come strapped
Bullets are not needed this time it s rap for rap
I m makin the move and soon you ll have to make yours back
In fact the further the rhyme is dancin Jack will get a lip smack
So break up because it s time you shook up you gotta make up
It s time to break up the party now you re shook up
Salt and Pepa s gettin swiftlivin up to par
And competitionhow to quot;Whassup quot; is to ride the bra strap
Hurby s on the beatsSteevee-O has the musical notes
Spinderella s like a propeller spinnin music so dope
Makin a lot of noise for all the boys shootin the gift
Hold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepa s gettin swift

You might have thought about goin against the spices
Salt and Pepa s a mixture like Chinese rices
Battlin timeMr. Machoplease don t try to rip
Because I ll melt ya like Nacho cheese
You want flavorwell here s something to savor
Why don t you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do small favorgimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For all the nerdslet all the words feed your mind
Statin the things and pleasin takin a restI m out for easin
Bodily functions makin em dance and Pepthis is the Christmas season
This is duck seasonand I m gettin high
You re outta luckducknow it s time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are back on the scene
I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine
Cornball suckergive me a break
I m-a drop you from the sky like snowyou a cornflake
Born to break any sucker or half-stepper
Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
Go downlow-downthis ain t no showdown
The competitionI m sure they ll blow down
Even if you seem to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you moveand we get swift

Suckers and flukesit seems you lost and time to put up dukes
Cuz you just forced itthe furious females to fly to fuck with
Stay stiff suckerssoon you ll be stuck with a reptorn to shreds
A musical score legneed a victory? I left an S on your forehead
Don t fuse up nowit s time to put out lights
I won t ease uppalcuz I m-a go outta sight
Lyrical queenmess aroundand you ll get creamed
The star of every male s fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a lyrical safari
Battlin me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the kingwhat laws would you have me obey?
Nonemy soncuz I m quicker than a ???
Quick to split the chick tryin to get slick
You re nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Little Miss Wenchmy mind is a trench
Makes you dropthen you stop in your tracks and as I clench
My fistI twist words you use to rip
The next time you flexI m guaranteed to get swift

Hip-hopper srap artistsand rhyme fanatics
Can you believe there s a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the health supplies and medical aid
Prepare your mind for a superalphabetical raid
Rhythmic explosion without corrosion
Rhymesin effectthat protect like a Trojan
Against diseasesorta like a wack MC
Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no oneplus I tell no tales
I will stand up to any male or female
Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner
Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a
State of shocktoo hard for one to take
So in a multitude of crowds I run to break
Beats for torturebut don t get played
I stay paidI caught ya now you shookyou re afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to uplift
The namewe designed the gameand we get swift

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