I'd like you to meet my mic, last name is phone
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This is my house make yourself at home
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Now see those chairs? Please just ignore them
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Believe me, they'll be no need for them
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I got a rhyme, and I'd like to exploit it
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You came in here so you cannot avoid it
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This beat is hard, it's as hard as a diamond
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And it keeps kickin' as long as we're rhymin' to it
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And it's addictive like smoking
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Word to the parents, see, I'm not jokin'
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You'll be a fiend only this type is harmless
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Couldn't kick the habit if you tried your darndest
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So don't fight it, don't fear it
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Just take your hands off yours and cheer it
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I gave you more than you ever expected
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And when I did that you gave me respect
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With your support we're reachin' new heights
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Salt and Pepa's insanely hyped on the mic
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My supporters are massive, my sound is passive
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If I was you, I'd take time to ask if
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Others you've heard really deserve to be ranked as the best
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Great or supurb, to be or not to be, that's a good question
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How good they used to be, well I give less than a damn
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Cuz the present that counts if you can't rock the mic
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I suggest you dis-mount
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I said please, but it's not like I'm pleadin'
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So don't get supe, peasant, stop speedin'
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Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I rain I don't drizzle
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It's gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle
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See, I understand that you have been itchin'
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But if it's too hot, get out of the kitchen
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Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones I don't like
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And they are the ones that get me hyped on the mic
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I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth
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Outside on the street people heard all of the beats
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That I rapped or maxed on so throw the wax on
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Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap song
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First class status, I'm a blessed event
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God rocked the full-size for my silhoutte
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Yes, solo this woman, rhymes so informing
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Would only be inevitable until morining
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Don't try to leave cuz I will protest
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Oh yes, I have an uzi I've been dyin' to test
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Livin' larger than life but to be precise
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I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm crazy hyped on the mic
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We're gonna break it down to you how it should be broke
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Rhymes written not bitten how it should be wrote
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People jammin' not standin' and what you hope
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A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope
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??? living hyper than hype
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Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type"
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Get away from my dj before she gets pissed
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She's got a cut, for your but and it goes like this
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Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, thoughts you were a big wheel
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Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal
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As you flip like a freak the whole world just flopped
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Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got rocked
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I'm the defest gettin' deffer and ought to be kept
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Take a breath between rhymes we're best, tell 'em Pep
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Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick
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Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt I'll stick
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When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype
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Salt and Pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic
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Hyped on the Mic
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| Salt N Pepa |
