The duo is back, competition check out the new style
Then get the heck out
Put on your battlinÂ’ gear, but donÂ’t come strapped
Bullets are not needed, this time itÂ’s rap for rap
IÂ’m makinÂ’ the move, and soon youÂ’ll have to make yours back
In fact, the further the rhyme is dancinÂ’, jack will get a lip smack
So break up because itÂ’s time you shook up, you gotta make up
ItÂ’s time to break up the party, now youÂ’re shook up
Salt and pepaÂ’s gettinÂ’ swift, livinÂ’ up to par
And competition, how to whassup is to ride the bra strap
HurbyÂ’s on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notes
SpinderellaÂ’s like a propeller spinninÂ’ music so dope
MakinÂ’ a lot of noise for all the boys shootinÂ’ the gift
Hold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepaÂ’s gettinÂ’ swift

You might have thought about goinÂ’ against the spices
Salt and pepaÂ’s a mixture like chinese rices
BattlinÂ’ time, mr. macho, please donÂ’t try to rip
Because IÂ’ll melt ya like nacho cheese
You want flavor, well hereÂ’s something to savor
Why donÂ’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
StatinÂ’ the things and pleasinÂ’, takinÂ’ a rest, IÂ’m out for easinÂ’
Bodily functions makinÂ’ Â’em dance and pep, this is the christmas season
This is duck season, and IÂ’m gettinÂ’ high
YouÂ’re outta luck, duck, now itÂ’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
IÂ’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 ainÂ’t no showdown
The competition, IÂ’m sure theyÂ’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 youÂ’ll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds
A musical score leg, need a victory? i left an Â’sÂ’ on your forehead
DonÂ’t fuse up now, itÂ’s time to put out lights
I wonÂ’t ease up, pal, cuz iÂ’m-a go outta sight
Lyrical queen, mess around, and youÂ’ll get creamed
The star of every maleÂ’s fantasy or wetdream
The ebony princess in a lyrical safari
BattlinÂ’ me is like a honda racing a ferrari
If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?
None, my son, cuz IÂ’m quicker than a ? ? ?
Quick to split the chick tryinÂ’ to get slick
YouÂ’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, IÂ’m guaranteed to get swift

Hip-hopperÂ’s, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics
Can you believe thereÂ’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 donÂ’t get played
I stay paid, I caught ya now you shook, youÂ’re afraid
Scared of the fact we came back to uplift
The name, we designed the game, and we get swift