let the rhythm run (remix)

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

the rhythm run

now let the drums run

the drums run

so let the rhythm run

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?

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

the rhythm run

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

just let it run

let the drums run

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