The duo is back, competition check out the new style
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Then get the heck out
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Put on your battlin' gear, but don't come strapped
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Bullets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap
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I'm makin' the move, and soon you'll have to make yours back
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In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack
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So break up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up
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It's time to break up the party, now you're shook up
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Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par
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And competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strap
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Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes
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Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope
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Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift
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Hold on tight cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift
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You might have thought about goin' against the spices
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Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices
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Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip
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Because I'll melt ya like Nacho cheese
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You want flavor, well here's something to savor
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Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face
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And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
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For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind
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Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
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Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
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This is duck season, and I'm gettin' high
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You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
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The ebony queens are back on the scene
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I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine
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Cornball sucker, give me a break
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I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake
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Born to break any sucker or half-stepper
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Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper
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Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown
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The competition, I'm sure they'll blow down
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Even if you seem to stand stiff
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The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
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Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes
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Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with
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Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
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A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead
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Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights
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I won't ease up, pal, cuz I'm-a go outta sight
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Lyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed
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The star of every male's fantasy or wetdream
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The ebony princess in a lyrical safari
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Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari
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If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?
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None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ??
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Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slick
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You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
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Little Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
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Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench
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My fist, I twist words you use to rip
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The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
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Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
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Can you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?
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Break out the health supplies and medical aid
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Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid
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Rhythmic explosion without corrosion
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Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a Trojan
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Against disease, sorta like a wack MC
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Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy
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I fear no one, plus I tell no tales
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I will stand up to any male or female
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Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner
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Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a
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State of shock, too hard for one to take
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So in a multitude of crowds I run to break
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Beats for torture, but don't get played
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I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
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Scared of the fact we came back to uplift
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The name, we designed the game, and we get swift
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Swift
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