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Let The Rhythm Run (remix) Lyrics - A Salt With A Deadly Pepa - Salt N Pepa

Salt-N-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-N-Pepa is ready to work it out 

 

So let the rhythm run, the rhythm run 

Now let the drums run, the drums run 

So let the rhythm run, 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? 

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, let the rhythm run 

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 that noise 

Let the rhythm run, just let it run 

Let the drums run, 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 

 

Seat belts 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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