Are you ready?
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Yo, Hurb, take it from the top
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One, two...
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My mic sound nice, check one
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My mic sound nice, check two
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My mic sound nice, check three
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Are you ready to rock-rock y'all
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To the beat y'all?
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A-keep on and you don't stop
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Rockin' on, keep rockin' on
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I'm the queen on the mic, and it's true when I say
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That the Pepa MC is here to stay
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And you know if I was a book I would sell
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Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell
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Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up
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Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny
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The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I
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Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def
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Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh
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Yes, so tough you know it is a must
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Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush
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Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on
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I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on
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Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn
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Like a needle on a record when it plays a song
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Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn
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And you know I got to be on
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MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last
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Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin'
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Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies
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It's just a little warning, a word to the wise
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You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin'
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But on the bottom is where you're staying
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You're wack, I thought you understood
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You're not related to me so you could never be good
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I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?)
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Cuz you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)
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You babble on the microphone about what you wish
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But could never be
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So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock
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Don't brag about the things that you ain't got
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Don't feed me lies cuz now I'm full
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My cow just died, I don't need your bull
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Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit
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One, two, one, two - all right, thanks
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My mic sound nice, check one
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My mic sound nice, check two
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My mic sound nice, check three
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Right about now as you can see in the place to be
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We're not talking about geometry, history or biology
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So Sandy D., explain this to me...
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Why do they call you the Pepa MC?
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You mean you don't know? That's a shame
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Ok Salt, let me explain
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I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished
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Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish
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I wanna make one and all understand
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I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand
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The room temperature reaches a hundred and four
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You can scramble eggs on the floor
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The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar
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Sweat will drip down to your drawers
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The Pepa MC is like hot ice
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And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice
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Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest
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You're blessed with one of America's best
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So I think y'all better count your blessings
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When Salt's in the house, hell's in session
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It's a fact that I will wax
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MCs out there are gonna get taxed
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Rockin' to my funky beat
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I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me
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Cuz this is the year all men fear
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Female MCs is movin' up here
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Salt and Pepa is strictly biz
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You know the color of this, you know what time it is
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"Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass
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"Nature" describes our pretty face
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Turning out without a doubt
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Make no mistake, Queens is in the house
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Yeah, check it out, ch-check it out
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My Mic Sounds Nice
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| Salt 'N' Pepa |
