artist salt n pepa album blacks magic song swift 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 swift livin up to par and competition how to whassup is to ride the bra strap hurby s on the beats steevee 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 time mr macho please don t try to rip because i ll melt ya like nacho cheese you want flavor well here s something to savor why don t you wave a microphone in front of my face and a do small favor gimme a beat so i can bust a rhyme for all the nerds let all the words feed your mind statin the things and pleasin takin a rest i m out for easin bodily functions makin em dance and pep this is the christmas season this is duck season and i m gettin high you re outta luck duck now 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 sucker give me a break i m a drop you from the sky like snow you a cornflake born to break any sucker or half stepper who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper go down low down this ain t no showdown the competition i m sure they ll blow down even if you seem to stand stiff the breeze of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift suckers and flukes it seems you lost and time to put up dukes cuz you just forced it the furious females too fly to with stay stiff suckers soon you ll be stuck with a rep torn to shreds a musical score leg need a victory i left an s on your forehead don t fuse up now it s time to put out lights i won t ease up pal cuz i m a go outta sight lyrical queen mess around and 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 king what laws would you have me obey none my son cuz i m quicker than a cabriolet quick to split the chick tryin to get slick you re nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick little miss wench my mind is a trench makes you drop then you stop in your tracks and as i clench my fist i twist words you use to rip the next time you flex i m guaranteed to get swift hip hopper s rap artists and 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 super alphabetical raid rhythmic explosion without corrosion rhymes in effect that protect like a trojan against disease sorta like a wack mc rhymes more powerful than a punch at jack dempsy i fear no one plus 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 shock too hard for one to take so in a multitude of crowds i run to break beats for torture but don t get played i stay paid i caught ya now you shook you re afraid scared of the fact we came back to uplift the name we designed the game and we get swift1