Solo Power (Syncopated Soul)

Pep had to step she'll be back in a sec
But in the meantime I like to have sound check

One two's what I say as the record gets played


For a little bit to make sure it stays on track



The wax can't be scratched unless Spin is there



So she can catch it on time so then I can rhyme



The vocalist on the mic is me







I'm the short and sexy one in effect



About to bring it to you straight up, wait up



You ready? Huh, it's time to pay up



The capital S gonna spot



I'm here to wreck shop [Salt, where's Pepa?]



Yo, she's at the next stop



So all aboard, grab a seat and get set



Spinderella, start it up, now let's check



Overdrive, rhyme after rhyme, I'm still the best



I'm holdin' down camp keepin' punks in check



So snap out of it, me the soloist for what?



Salt and Pepa with mics, Spinderella with cuts



Let's get paid, get paid







Yeah, comin' in and goin' in, growin' in and throwin' in



We got the flavor, and everyday we're showin' it



So just stay back 'cause Salt ain't takin' no fronts



'cause I'm dope, I look good, and I'm paid to be blunt



Reigning supreme, all hail the queens from Queens



You think it's def now? Wait till Pepa steps on the scene



So petty rappers take a seat, make sure you sit up straight



The name Salt and Pepa, the year '88



Let's get paid, get paid







Doin' the chores on behalf of my partner



Like money in the bank so thanks, now I'm a spark of the ashes



Strike the match, light the fuse



Spinderella, me, and Pep singing the Get Paid blues



To the petty I'm like a machete making confetti



'cause you don't see Pepa, punk, step up, you still ain't ready



You want a piece of what the Salt releases?



Take a chunk, punk, and now you're leaving in pieces







Step left, jet poo-putt-putt in your Nova



Before you thought, think again, you won't get over



With a clover, four-leaf, chief, to be brief



Yo, Pepa hurry up and come and get a piece of this mic



'cause I'm hoggin' it, Holmes start loggin' it



They want to know do I rock? Salt be doggin' it



Shakin' and bakin' the mic just like a chef



I'll rock this beat until there ain't none left



Let's get paid, get paid



Let's get paid, get paid







If I run out of breath, I take a pause



If Pepa's on stage I say "Go for yours"



But if she ain't then this mic I'm minin'



I say "Spin, drop it" and keep rhymin'



When Pepa comes back she'll say "Salt, chill"



Grab the mic, and go for the kill



But you're lucky 'cause she ain't back yet



Relax, men, you're a nervous wreck



Wipe the sweat off your face and stop panickin'



You look scared, stiff as a manequin



But still you're back again to see me rap again



Spin, cut the final hit, let's just pack 'em in



Cuff 'em and stuff 'em, they know I still love 'em



If they can't stand the heat well then chuck 'em



Salt and Pepa, Spinderella came here to tell ya



Let's get paid, get paid



Let's get paid, get paid