Let the Rhythm Mix
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Salt and Pepa's on the mic, makin' sure you like the type of hype
That's unbelievable to write
Spinderella's gonna spin from beginning to end
Once again, we gonna let the party begin
So tell me Pepa, are you ready to work it out?
You know it Salt, I'm ready to work it out
Spinderella, are you ready to work it out?
'Cause Salt and Pepa is ready to work it out
So let the rhythm run
What? The rhythm run
Now let the drums run
What? The drums run
So let the rhythm run
Huh? The rhythm run
Yo Salt! What's up?
Come and get some
It's gonna be sort of like a million bars
The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a lightning bar
On the strength I swore, there's no either or
MCs, we're gonna have a mouth-to-mouth war
Some rappers got soul on the mic, right?
But others be playin' it like they're all that
And you know it all happens
If I don't like your style of rappin'
Step on stage as soon as I'm on it
Spin drops a beat to warn my opponent
Herb pumps the bass upon the sound system
We kick a rhyme and claim another victim
People 'round the world, I like to play to 'em
In every club, arena, and stadium
Inside the jam, we're known as the party stars
Give me a mic and the house is like Mardi Gras
I couldn't do it though without the help from
The melody that we call the rhythm
Yo Pepa, are you ready to work it out?
Yeah, been ready to work it out
So let the rhythm run
What? The rhythm run
Who? Ah, come on Pep, go 'head and bust one
If you want, that's just what you'll get
As the rhythm runs sweats in full effect
I see a crowd, I can't help but get hyped
Pick out a beat, throw it on and recite
A dope rhyme, 'cause I'm a lyrical fiend
The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing
Notes to provoke, they quote her a joke
The speakers smoke when I spoke, boy
You better kill that noise
So let the rhythm run
Word, just let it run
Let the drums run
Yeah, now let 'em run
Mess around and I bet you don't get none
Is it over yet? Never, it gets better
We'll let the rhythm run harder than ever
A bassline is added for some soul
Now the guitar will make you rock and roll
My mic is like a gun, I'd go nowhere without it
You got a better one? I'm sorry, but I doubt it
My partner's name is Pep, she's not a half-stepper
You think you're kinda def, but I bet that's capper
Since rappin' is a art, and I'm a dope artist
If lyrics means you're hard, then I must be the hardest
My DJ likes your ends, we call him Spinderella
If cuttin' was a book, she'd be a million-seller
Salt is kinda short, but she don't ever take none
A sucker tried to diss, and she just had to bake one
Assume the position, come and see the session
Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance lesson
Seat belt fastened, let's have some fun
Brace yourself, hold on, 'cause the rhythm's gonna run
Let the rhythm run
Nah, the rhythm's done
Let the drums run
No, the drums are done