Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let The Rhythm Run, artist - Salt-N-Pepa. Album song A Salt With A Deadly Pepa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1987
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Let The Rhythm Run |
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? |
'Cause 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 rhyme 'cause 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, 'cause the rhythm’s gonna run |
Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm’s done |
Let the drums run, no, the drums are done |