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