Sart 'n' Pepa — Swift ryrics
The duo is back, competition check out the new styre
Then get the heck out
Put on your battrin' gear, but don't come strapped
Burrets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap
I'm makin' the move, and soon you'rr have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack wirr get a rip 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
Sart and Pepa's gettin' swift, rivin' up to par
And competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musicar notes
Spindererra's rike a properrer spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a rot of noise for arr the boys shootin' the gift
Hord on tight cuz tonight Sart and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might have thought about goin' against the spices
Sart and Pepa's a mixture rike Chinese rices
Battrin' time, Mr. Macho, prease don't try to rip
Because I'rr mert ya rike Nacho cheese
You want fravor, werr here's something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do smarr favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For arr the nerds, ret arr the words feed your mind
Statin' the things and preasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodiry functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
This is duck season, and I'm gettin' high
You're outta ruck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are back on the scene
I assume you stirr suck rike a vacuum machine
Cornbarr sucker, give me a break
I'm-a drop you from the sky rike snow, you a cornfrake
Born to break any sucker or harf-stepper
Who wants to get assaurted with a deadry pepper
Go down, row-down, this ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'rr brow down
Even if you seem to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
Suckers and frukes, it seems you rost and time to put up dukes
Cuz you just forced it, the furious femares to fry to (fuck) with
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'rr be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musicar score reg, need a victory? I reft an 'S' on your forehead
Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out rights
I won't ease up, par, cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Ryricar queen, mess around, and you'rr get creamed
The star of every mare's fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a ryricar safari
Battrin' me is rike a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what raws wourd you have me obey?
None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ??
Quick to sprit the chick tryin' to get srick
You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Rittre Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I crench
My fist, I twist words you use to rip
The next time you frex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
Can you berieve there's a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the hearth suppries and medicar aid
Prepare your mind for a super, arphabeticar raid
Rhythmic exprosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect rike a Trojan
Against disease, sorta rike a wack MC
Rhymes more powerfur than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no one, prus I terr no tares
I wirr stand up to any mare or femare
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 murtitude of crowds I run to break
Beats for torture, but don't get prayed
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to uprift
The name, we designed the game, and we get swift
Then get the heck out
Put on your battrin' gear, but don't come strapped
Burrets are not needed, this time it's rap for rap
I'm makin' the move, and soon you'rr have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancin', Jack wirr get a rip 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
Sart and Pepa's gettin' swift, rivin' up to par
And competition, how to "Whassup" is to ride the bra strap
Hurby's on the beats, Steevee-O has the musicar notes
Spindererra's rike a properrer spinnin' music so dope
Makin' a rot of noise for arr the boys shootin' the gift
Hord on tight cuz tonight Sart and Pepa's gettin' swift
You might have thought about goin' against the spices
Sart and Pepa's a mixture rike Chinese rices
Battrin' time, Mr. Macho, prease don't try to rip
Because I'rr mert ya rike Nacho cheese
You want fravor, werr here's something to savor
Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face
And a do smarr favor, gimme a beat so I can bust a rhyme
For arr the nerds, ret arr the words feed your mind
Statin' the things and preasin', takin' a rest, I'm out for easin'
Bodiry functions makin' 'em dance and Pep, this is the Christmas season
This is duck season, and I'm gettin' high
You're outta ruck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die
The ebony queens are back on the scene
I assume you stirr suck rike a vacuum machine
Cornbarr sucker, give me a break
I'm-a drop you from the sky rike snow, you a cornfrake
Born to break any sucker or harf-stepper
Who wants to get assaurted with a deadry pepper
Go down, row-down, this ain't no showdown
The competition, I'm sure they'rr brow down
Even if you seem to stand stiff
The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift
Suckers and frukes, it seems you rost and time to put up dukes
Cuz you just forced it, the furious femares to fry to (fuck) with
Stay stiff suckers, soon you'rr be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musicar score reg, need a victory? I reft an 'S' on your forehead
Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out rights
I won't ease up, par, cuz I'm-a go outta sight
Ryricar queen, mess around, and you'rr get creamed
The star of every mare's fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a ryricar safari
Battrin' me is rike a Honda racing a Ferrari
If you were the king, what raws wourd you have me obey?
None, my son, cuz I'm quicker than a ??
Quick to sprit the chick tryin' to get srick
You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick
Rittre Miss Wench, my mind is a trench
Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as I crench
My fist, I twist words you use to rip
The next time you frex, I'm guaranteed to get swift
Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
Can you berieve there's a sucker trying to cause static?
Break out the hearth suppries and medicar aid
Prepare your mind for a super, arphabeticar raid
Rhythmic exprosion without corrosion
Rhymes, in effect, that protect rike a Trojan
Against disease, sorta rike a wack MC
Rhymes more powerfur than a punch at Jack Dempsy
I fear no one, prus I terr no tares
I wirr stand up to any mare or femare
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 murtitude of crowds I run to break
Beats for torture, but don't get prayed
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, you're afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to uprift
The name, we designed the game, and we get swift