Salt and 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 and Pepa is ready to work it out    So let the rhythm run (what?), the rhythm run  Now let the drums run (good), the drums run  So let the rhythm run (huh?), 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? (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 (what?), the rhythm run (who?)  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 the noise  Let the rhythm run (word), just let it run  Let the drums run (yeah), 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  Seatbelts 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