Swift Lyrics - Blacks' Magic - Salt N Pepa

The duo is back, competition check out the new style 

Then get the heck out 

Put on your battlin' gear but don't come strapped 

Bullets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap 

I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back 

In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack will get a lip smack 

So break up because it's time you shook up, you gotta make up 

It's time to break up the party, now you're shook up 

Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par 

And competition, how to 'Whassup' is to ride the bra strap 

Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musical notes 

Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope 

Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift 

Hold on tight 'cuz tonight Salt and Pepa's gettin' swift 

You might have thought about goin' against the spices 

Salt and Pepa's a mixture like Chinese rices 

Battlin' time, Mr. Macho, please don't try to rip 

Because I'll melt ya like Nacho cheese 

You want flavor, well, here's something to savor 

Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face 

And a do small favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme 

For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind 

Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin' 

Bodily functions makin' 'em dance 

And Pep, this is the Christmas season 

This is duck season and I'm gettin' high 

You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die 

The ebony queens are back on the scene 

I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine 

Cornball sucker, give me a break 

I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake 

Born to break any sucker or half-stepper 

Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper 

Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown 

The competition, I'm sure they'll blow down 

Even if you seem to stand stiff 

The breeze of the rhyme makes you move and we get swift 

Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes 

'Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to with 

(Fuck) 

Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds 

A musical score leg, need a victory? I left an 'S' on your forehead 

Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights 

I won't ease up, pal 'cuz I'm-a go outta sight 

Lyrical queen, mess around and you'll get creamed 

The star of every male's fantasy or wetdream 

The ebony princess in a lyrical safari 

Battlin' me is like a Honda racing a Ferrari 

If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey? 

None, my son 'cuz I'm quicker than a [unverified] 

Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slick 

You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick 

Little Miss Wench, my mind is a trench 

Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I clench 

My fist, I twist words you use to rip 

The next time you flex, I'm guaranteed to get swift 

Hip-hopper's, rap artists and rhyme fanatics 

Can you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static? 

Break out the health supplies and medical aid 

Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid 

Rhythmic explosion without corrosion 

Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a Trojan 

Against disease, sorta like a wack MC 

Rhymes more powerful than a punch at Jack Dempsy 

I fear no one, plus I tell no tales 

I will stand up to any male or female 

Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner 

Hissed in a daze or a faze 

Because he is in a state of shock, too hard for one to take 

So in a multitude of crowds I run to break 

Beats for torture but don't get played 

I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid 

Scared of the fact we came back to uplift 

The name, we designed the game and we get swift