Salt-N-Pepa - Swift lyrics

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 (fuck) 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 swift