Lirik Lagu Swift - Salt N Pepa
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The duo is backcompetition check out the new styleThen get the heck outPut on your battlin' gearbut don't come strappedBullets are not neededthis time it's rap for rapI'm makin' the moveand soon you'll have to make yours backIn factthe further the rhyme is dancin'Jack will get a lip smackSo break up because it's time you shook upyou gotta make upIt's time to break up the partynow you're shook upSalt and Pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to parAnd competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strapHurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notesSpinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dopeMakin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the giftHold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might have thought about goin' against the spicesSalt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese ricesBattlin' time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to ripBecause I'll melt ya like Nacho cheeseYou want flavor, well here's something to savorWhy don't you wave a microphone in front of my faceAnd a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhymeFor all the nerds, let all the words feed your mindStatin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas seasonThis is duck season, and I'm gettin' highYou're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and dieThe ebony queens are back on the sceneI assume you still suck like a vacuum machineCornball sucker, give me a breakI'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflakeBorn to break any sucker or half-stepperWho wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepperGo down, low-down, this ain't no showdownThe competition, I'm sure they'll blow downEven if you seem to stand stiffThe breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukesCuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) withStay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shredsA musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your foreheadDon't fuse up now, it's time to put out lightsI won't ease up, pal, cuz I'm-a go outta sightLyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamedThe star of every male's fantasy or wetdreamThe ebony princess in a lyrical safariBattlin' me is like a Honda racing a FerrariIf you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ???Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slickYou're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trickLittle Miss Wench, my mind is a trenchMakes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clenchMy fist, I twist words you use to ripThe next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanaticsCan you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?Break out the health supplies and medical aidPrepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raidRhythmic explosion without corrosionRhymes, in effect, that protect like a TrojanAgainst disease, sorta like a wack MCRhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack DempsyI fear no one, plus I tell no talesI will stand up to any male or femaleOnes who persist to resist end up a prisonerHissed in a daze or a faze because he is in aState of shock, too hard for one to takeSo in a multitude of crowds I run to breakBeats for torture, but don't get playedI stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraidScared of the fact we came back to upliftThe name, we designed the game, and we get swift
You might have thought about goin' against the spicesSalt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese ricesBattlin' time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to ripBecause I'll melt ya like Nacho cheeseYou want flavor, well here's something to savorWhy don't you wave a microphone in front of my faceAnd a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhymeFor all the nerds, let all the words feed your mindStatin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas seasonThis is duck season, and I'm gettin' highYou're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and dieThe ebony queens are back on the sceneI assume you still suck like a vacuum machineCornball sucker, give me a breakI'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflakeBorn to break any sucker or half-stepperWho wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepperGo down, low-down, this ain't no showdownThe competition, I'm sure they'll blow downEven if you seem to stand stiffThe breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukesCuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) withStay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shredsA musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your foreheadDon't fuse up now, it's time to put out lightsI won't ease up, pal, cuz I'm-a go outta sightLyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamedThe star of every male's fantasy or wetdreamThe ebony princess in a lyrical safariBattlin' me is like a Honda racing a FerrariIf you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ???Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slickYou're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trickLittle Miss Wench, my mind is a trenchMakes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clenchMy fist, I twist words you use to ripThe next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanaticsCan you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?Break out the health supplies and medical aidPrepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raidRhythmic explosion without corrosionRhymes, in effect, that protect like a TrojanAgainst disease, sorta like a wack MCRhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack DempsyI fear no one, plus I tell no talesI will stand up to any male or femaleOnes who persist to resist end up a prisonerHissed in a daze or a faze because he is in aState of shock, too hard for one to takeSo in a multitude of crowds I run to breakBeats for torture, but don't get playedI stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraidScared of the fact we came back to upliftThe name, we designed the game, and we get swift
