We're on a Dissin' all of the MC's, it's my butt kissin' I desire
Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all to Why rap is not a joke, for us it's a Others try to imitate but none has near So you see, why everybody up and cheer And if you really think about it, you know what it
To be a rapper from the heart of Queens And see others dream about being But once on the scene, we start Kings People claim we're too to tame On stage we behave sizzlin' flame
And oh, so cool when we rap you need a The rhymes so tough, you swear made of leather Get the best of your bunch, and I bet that better Tell 'em why, pepa, 'em why, 'cuz I desire
come and go just like the wind But mine is better all of them She's than a razor when it comes to a cut lethal than a laser if you wanna play rough Not the object of a show, subject to cut
tell you spinderella's dope Call her spin for short but she take [unverified] Wanna you're a fool [unverified] Choppin' beats for until the turntables bleed Scratches so damn hard, swear the mixer had fleas
She's the mutilator, carnivore rocks the records with a chainsaw You're still by the way she plays Not a fad but a phase of the craze which I desire
Salt from the and my name is Cher From Queens, New York not I like my steak well done, I hate it rare And I'm lovable and huggable like the bear from the salt, so do not rip 'Cuz if you do I'll shift from first to
Lights out, heard, I thought you were dead Short, fading went I went your head So get to the beat 'cuz the beat is bad The beat pro and the bass gets impact The beats rock and just because the kicks bass We're bounce this beat all over the place 'cuz I desire
While on the set let the cameras roll and pepa are the stars, the world's the video Your room is boomin' when we're on stereo So on tight, don't dare let go We're the teachers, the students, class is in session
Pay boys and girls, and learn your lesson running things, yes, we're taking over You be the grass, be the lawnmower fakin' or takin', not givin' no slack Not trying, 'cuz it's like that
Hot damn, how could you be so dog gone to dis salt and pepa when we're number one? But we excuse you 'cuz dippy, your mind's in a daze every duck you're confused in so many ways
Giving nothing, taking all big or small We got a [unverified] beat and dope, def y'all day of the week you're at my beck and call You try me out? You don't have the gall 'cuz I desire