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?
 Cuz 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 rhmye cuz 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, cuz the rhythm's gonna run

 Let the rhythm run, nah, the rhythm's done
 Let the drums run, no, the drums are done