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My Mic sounds nice

Are you ready?


Yo, Hurb, take it from the top


One, two...


My mic sound nice, check one


My mic sound nice, check two


My mic sound nice, check three


Are you ready to rock-rock y'all


To the beat y'all?


A-keep on and you don't stop


Rockin' on, keep rockin' on


I'm the queen on the mic, and it's true when I say


That the Pepa MC is here to stay


And you know if I was a book I would sell


Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell


Yeah, word 'em up, w-word 'em up


Cuz I'm so fly, nobody can deny


The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I


Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def


Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh


Yes, so tough you know it is a must


Now Salt, get on the mic, and tell 'em why you go crush


Cuz I'm oh-aye, I'm on, I'm on


I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on


Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn


Like a needle on a record when it plays a song


Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn


And you know I got to be on


MCs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last


Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin'


Ask me no questions, I'll tell no lies


It's just a little warning, a word to the wise


You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin'


But on the bottom is where you're staying


You're wack, I thought you understood


You're not related to me so you could never be good


I know you come from Babylon (And you know why?)


Cuz you're a Babble-On MC (That's right)


You babble on the microphone about what you wish


But could never be


So please don't tell me how you're gonna rock


Don't brag about the things that you ain't got


Don't feed me lies cuz now I'm full


My cow just died, I don't need your bull


Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit


One, two, one, two - all right, thanks


My mic sound nice, check one


My mic sound nice, check two


My mic sound nice, check three


Right about now as you can see in the place to be


We're not talking about geometry, history or biology


So Sandy D., explain this to me...


Why do they call you the Pepa MC?


You mean you don't know? That's a shame


Ok Salt, let me explain


I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished


Oh, now I see! Chill, let me finish


I wanna make one and all understand


I don't play, I slay when the mic's in my hand


The room temperature reaches a hundred and four


You can scramble eggs on the floor


The pressure soars, the crowd, they roar


Sweat will drip down to your drawers


The Pepa MC is like hot ice


And I paid the price to make the mic sound nice


Forget about the rest, yes, I don't jest


You're blessed with one of America's best


So I think y'all better count your blessings


When Salt's in the house, hell's in session


It's a fact that I will wax


MCs out there are gonna get taxed


Rockin' to my funky beat


I'm a trip so I know you're gonna fall for me


Cuz this is the year all men fear


Female MCs is movin' up here


Salt and Pepa is strictly biz


You know the color of this, you know what time it is


"Super" is the strength of the boomin' bass


"Nature" describes our pretty face


Turning out without a doubt


Make no mistake, Queens is in the house


Yeah, check it out, ch-check it out


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Taken on September 13, 2007