دانلود آهنگ My Mic Sounds Nice
از Salt-N-Pepa

Are you ready?
Yo, Herb, 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
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
‘Cause every curve on my body got a story to tell
Yeah, word ’em up, wo-word ’em up
‘Cause I’m so fly, nobody can deny
A girl hasn’t been born that can be what I be
Sandy D, undoubtedly def
Don’t need to be dressed, I’m fresh to the flesh
Yet so tough, you know it is a must
Now, Salt, get on the mic and tell ’em why you go crush
‘Cause I’m, oh I, I’m on, I’m on
Yes, I’m, oh I, I’m so damn on
Like a grasshopper hoppin’ on the mornin’ lawn
Like the needle on the record when it plays a song
Like Little Boy Blue blowin’ on his horn
And you know I’ve got to be on
MCs rockin’ and shockin’ but it won’t last
Salt’s on the mic and I’m kickin’ ass
Me, no questions, I tell no lies
It’s just a little warning, a word to the wise
You’ve been hopin’ and scopin’, playin’ and playin’
But on the bottom is where you’re stayin’
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?)
‘Cause you’re a Babylon MC
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 lines ’cause 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, alright, 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 talkin’ ’bout 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? (Uh-uh) That’s a shame
Okay, Salt, let me explain
I’m hot like a fire, burn down to minutes
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 hands
The room temperature reaches a hundred and four
You can scramble eggs on the floor
Blood 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 you all better count your blessings
When Salt’s in the house, hell’s in session
Here’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
‘Cause 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
Turnin’ out without a doubt
Make no mistake, Queens is in the house
Yeah, check it out, check, check it out