Salt N Pepa - Swift Lyrics
The duo is back, competition check out the new styleThen get the heck outPut on your battlin gear, but dont come strappedBullets are not needed, this time its rap for rapIm makin the move, and soon youll have to make yours backIn fact, the further the rhyme is dancin, jack will get a lip smackSo break up because its time you shook up, you gotta make upIts time to break up the party, now youre shook upSalt and pepas gettin swift, livin up to parAnd competition, how to whassup is to ride the bra strapHurbys on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notesSpinderellas like a propeller spinnin music so dopeMakin a lot of noise for all the boys shootin the giftHold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepas gettin swiftYou might have thought about goin against the spicesSalt and pepas a mixture like chinese ricesBattlin time, mr. macho, please dont try to ripBecause Ill melt ya like nacho cheeseYou want flavor, well heres something to savorWhy dont 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, Im out for easinBodily functions makin em dance and pep, this is the christmas seasonThis is duck season, and Im gettin highYoure outta luck, duck, now its 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 breakIm-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 aint no showdownThe competition, Im sure theyll blow downEven if you seem to stand stiffThe breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swiftSuckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukesCuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (*****) withStay stiff suckers, soon youll be stuck with a rep, torn to shredsA musical score leg, need a victory? i left an s on your foreheadDont fuse up now, its time to put out lightsI wont ease up, pal, cuz im-a go outta sightLyrical queen, mess around, and youll get creamedThe star of every males 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 Im quicker than a ? ? ?Quick to split the chick tryin to get slickYoure 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, Im guaranteed to get swiftHip-hoppers, rap artists, and rhyme fanaticsCan you believe theres 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 dont get playedI stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, youre afraidScared of the fact we came back to upliftThe name, we designed the game, and we get swift
