Swift
(专辑: Blacks' Magic - 1990)
The
duo is back, competition check out the
new style Then get the
heck out Put on your battling gear, but don't come strapped Bullets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap I'm making the
move, and soon you'll have to make yours back In fact, the
further the
rhyme is dancing, 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 getting swift, living 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 spinning music so dope Making a
lot of noise for all the
boys shooting the
gift Hold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's getting swift You might have thought about going against the
spices Salt and Pepa's a
mixture like Chinese rices Battling 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 Stating the
things and pleasing, taking a
rest, I'm out for easing Bodily functions making 'em dance and Pep, this is the
Christmas season This is duck season, and I'm getting 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 wet dream The
ebony princess in a
lyrical safari Battling 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 trying 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