I'd like you to meet my mic last name is phone

This is my house make yourself at home

Now see those chairs? Please just ignore them

Believe me they'll be no need for them

I got a rhyme and I'd like to exploit it

You came in here so you cannot avoid it

This beat is hard it's as hard as atomic energy

Thinkin' as long as we're rhymin' to it

And it's addictive like smoking

Word to the parents, see, I'm not jokin'

You'd be a thief only this life is harmless

Couldn't kick the habit if you tried your darndest

So don't fight it, don't fear it

Just take your hands, applause and cheer it

I gave you more than you ever expected

And when I did then you gave me respect

With your support we're reachin' new heights

Salt and Pepa's insanely hyped on the mic



My supporters are massive, my sound is passive

If I was you, I'd take time to ask if

Others you've heard really deserve to be ranked as the best

Great or supurb, to be or not to be, that's a good question

How good they used to be, well I give less than a damn

Cuz the present day counts if you can't rock a tone

I suggest you just count

I said please, but it's not like I'm pleadin'

So don't get supe, peasant, stop speedin'

Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I rain I don't drizzle

It's gettin' hot in here, we're gonna sizzle

See, I understand that you had the dishes

But if it's too hot, get out of the kitchen

Cuz frauds and fakes are the ones I don't like

And they are the ones that get me hyped on the mic



I'm gonna play you for keeps, got a system in my teeth

Outside on the street people heard all of the beats

That I rapped or mastered so throw the wax on

Pepa is that strong, they can hear the last song

First class status, I'm a blessed event

God rocked the full-size for my silhoutte

Yes, solo this woman, rise all before me

??? jump on it

Don't try to be cuz I will protest

Oh yes, I have an uzi I've been dyin' to test

Livin' larger than life but to be precise

I'm Pepa, much deffer when I'm crazy hyped on the mic



We're gonna break it down to you how it should be broke

Rhymes written not ? and how it should be wrote

People jammin' not standin' and what you hope

A show funky not junky, you say rhymes are dope

??? he'd be madly hyped

Spinderella had to tell him, "Boy, you ain't my type"

Get away from her, I tell you before she gets pissed

She's got a left with a cut, and it'll go like this



Started wheelin' doin' wheelies, but you were a big wheel

Started dealin' like a dealer, but you just couldn't deal

As you flip like a freak the whole world just flopped

Couldn't rock like a rocker so you just got rocked

I'm the defest gettin' deffer and ought to be kept

Take a breath between rhymes with a bet, tell 'em Pep

Or let's kick it like a kicker, the rhymes I kick

Like a sticker gets stuck to your butt I'll stick

When the hype is gettin' hyper, when the hip-hop's hype

Salt and Pepa, that's right, you know we're hyped on the mic