Hey-a, forward the music selector  We get tougher, aye (??)  Salt and Pepa draw the people into hysterics  With the serious lyrics, right?    It's all right    We gonna take it to the top  We're gonna make your body rock  And we got, we got, we got, gotta make it hot  So come, get on, hop on the dance floor  If you want to declare war - it's all right    It's all right    Now it's ruckus time in the place tonight  Salt and Pepa has just comandeered the mic  Hurby the producer ain't no joke  He always makes sure the beats are dope  When I explore I take you down to the core  Wanted by the FBI as a wicked outlaw  For torturing and murdering MCs  Who try to recreate def rhymes like these  On stage I'm a terror, mascarra don't smear-a (?)  Stockings don't run, and men don't dare-a  Speak out and disrespect Salt and Pepa  We smash MCs with one big stepper  Here to rule, MCs I school  The mic's my tool, I'm no one's fool  That's right, I said it, the girl's got brains  And my full name is Cheryl James - all right    It's all right    It came straight from the mouth rhymes I disperse  I save sucker duck rappers to quench my thirst  I sucker all suckers by selling a dream  When I serve and strengthen any rap team  We'll ignite and your crew just melt like wax  So tell your family and your friends  That we're here to attack  We prepare to win a battle at any cost  Just remember duck rapper, it's not my loss - it's all right    It's all right    And when I rhyme a funky rhyme  Till my throat is sore  When I rhyme till you just can't take no more  You disagree? Kill the noise  Cuz you know I can  Just place the microphone inside my hand  And watch me rhyme-a funky lyrics  You gotta admit, you disagree?  Ask your man - even he's on it  Cuz when I wanna show damage, I'll explode  At a wink of an eye rhymes I'll reload - it's all right    It's all right    Now when we came, we saw, we conquered  Because you tried to be bold, you tried to be bad  You tried to get ill, you tried to fake mad  Whip out my microphone and Turtle Wax that ass  So don't mess around, don't make me laugh  You gotta be jokin', you will get broken  I'll burn you and leave your ashes smokin'  Then I'll put you in my hand, blow you into the wind  So you better notify your next of kin - all right    It's all right    Rip it again, right  It's all right  Rewind selector right