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Salt N Pepa Miscellaneous Let The Rhythm Run (Remix) 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're 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? Cuz Salt and Pepa is ready to work it out So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run Now let the drums run (good), the drums run So let the rhythm run (huh?), the rhythm run Yo, Salt... Whassup? Can we get some? They call me Salt, I'm like a billion bulbs The rhymes I toss, they're more electric than a lightning bug 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? (Right) But others be playin' it like they're all that And you know what'll happen 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 Hurb 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 Gimme 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, huh? Yeah, I been ready to work it out So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run (who?) Aw, c'mon Pep, go ahead and bust one If the Pep you want, that's just what you'll get As the rhythm runs, sweat's in full effect I see a crowd, I can't help but get hyped You gotta be, throw it on and recite A dope rhmye cuz I'm a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill the noise Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run Let the drums run (yeah), now let 'em run Mess around and I'll 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 ya rock 'n roll My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere without it You gotta 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 think that she's deffer Since rappin' is art and I'm a dope artist If lyrics mean you're smart, then I must be the smartest My DJ likes to spin, we call her Spinderella If cuttin' 'em was a book, she'd be a million seller Salt's kinda short, but she don't ever take none A sucker try to dis, and she just have to break one Assume the position, commence the dance session Loosen up, listen, it's not a dance lesson Seatbelts fastened, let's have some fun Brace yourself, hold on, cuz the rhythm's gonna run Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's done Let the drums run, no, the drums are done |
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