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 (fuck) with
  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 ??
  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