Swift lyrics

Artist  : Salt N Pepa 
Song : Swift



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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 to 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 ???
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