[{"id":25661008,"name":"Swift","trackName":"Swift","artistName":"Salt‐n‐pepa","albumName":"Salt‐n‐pepa","duration":210.44565,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The duo is back competition check out the new style\nThen get the heck out\nPut on your battlin' gear but don't come strapped\nBullets are not needed this time it's rap for rap\nI'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back\nIn fact the further the rhyme is dancin' jack will get a lip smack\nSo break up because it's time you shook up you gotta make up\nIt's time to break up the party now you're shook up\nSalt and pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par\nAnd competition, how to \"whassup\" is to ride the bra strap\nHurby's on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notes\nSpinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope\nMakin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift\nHold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepa's gettin' swift\n\nYou might have thought about goin' against the spices\nSalt and pepa's a mixture like chinese rices\nBattlin' time, mr. macho, please don't try to rip\nBecause i'll melt ya like nacho cheese\nYou want flavor, well here's something to savor\nWhy don't you wave a microphone in front of my face\nAnd a do small favor, gimme a beat so i can bust a rhyme\nFor all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind\nStatin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, i'm out for easin'\nBodily functions makin' 'em dance and pep, this is the christmas season\n\nThis is duck season, and i'm gettin' high\nYou're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die\nThe ebony queens are back on the scene\nI assume you still suck like a vacuum machine\nCornball sucker, give me a break\nI'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake\nBorn to break any sucker or half-stepper\nWho wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper\nGo down, low-down, this ain't no showdown\nThe competition, i'm sure they'll blow down\nEven if you seem to stand stiff\nThe breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift\n\nSuckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes\nCuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with\nStay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds\nA musical score leg, need a victory? i left an 's' on your forehead\nDon't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights\nI won't ease up, pal, cuz i'm-a go outta sight\nLyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed\nThe star of every male's fantasy or wetdream\nThe ebony princess in a lyrical safari\nBattlin' me is like a honda racing a ferrari\nIf you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?\n\nNone, my son, cuz i'm quicker than a???\nQuick to split the chick tryin' to get slick\nYou're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick\nLittle miss wench, my mind is a trench\nMakes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as i clench\nMy fist, i twist words you use to rip\nThe next time you flex, i'm guaranteed to get swift\n\nHip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics\nCan you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?\nBreak out the health supplies and medical aid\nPrepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid\nRhythmic explosion without corrosion\nRhymes, in effect, that protect like a trojan\nAgainst disease, sorta like a wack mc\nRhymes more powerful than a punch at jack dempsy\nI fear no one, plus i tell no tales\nI will stand up to any male or female\nOnes who persist to resist end up a prisoner\nHissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a\nState of shock, too hard for one to take\nSo in a multitude of crowds i run to break\nBeats for torture, but don't get played\nI stay paid, i caught ya now you shook, you're afraid\nScared of the fact we came back to uplift\nThe name, we designed the game, and we get swift","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Swift\n  artist: Salt‐n‐pepa\n  album: Salt‐n‐pepa\n  duration_ms: 210446\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The duo is back competition check out the new style\n  Then get the heck out\n  Put on your battlin' gear but don't come strapped\n  Bullets are not needed this time it's rap for rap\n  I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back\n  In fact the further the rhyme is dancin' jack will get a lip smack\n  So break up because it's time you shook up you gotta make up\n  It's time to break up the party now you're shook up\n  Salt and pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par\n  And competition, how to \"whassup\" is to ride the bra strap\n  Hurby's on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notes\n  Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope\n  Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift\n  Hold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepa's gettin' swift\n\n  You might have thought about goin' against the spices\n  Salt and pepa's a mixture like chinese rices\n  Battlin' time, mr. macho, please don't try to rip\n  Because i'll melt ya like nacho cheese\n  You want flavor, well here's something to savor\n  Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face\n  And a do small favor, gimme a beat so i can bust a rhyme\n  For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind\n  Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, i'm out for easin'\n  Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and pep, this is the christmas season\n\n  This is duck season, and i'm gettin' high\n  You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die\n  The ebony queens are back on the scene\n  I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine\n  Cornball sucker, give me a break\n  I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake\n  Born to break any sucker or half-stepper\n  Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper\n  Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown\n  The competition, i'm sure they'll blow down\n  Even if you seem to stand stiff\n  The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift\n\n  Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes\n  Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with\n  Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds\n  A musical score leg, need a victory? i left an 's' on your forehead\n  Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights\n  I won't ease up, pal, cuz i'm-a go outta sight\n  Lyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed\n  The star of every male's fantasy or wetdream\n  The ebony princess in a lyrical safari\n  Battlin' me is like a honda racing a ferrari\n  If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?\n\n  None, my son, cuz i'm quicker than a???\n  Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slick\n  You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick\n  Little miss wench, my mind is a trench\n  Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as i clench\n  My fist, i twist words you use to rip\n  The next time you flex, i'm guaranteed to get swift\n\n  Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics\n  Can you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?\n  Break out the health supplies and medical aid\n  Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid\n  Rhythmic explosion without corrosion\n  Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a trojan\n  Against disease, sorta like a wack mc\n  Rhymes more powerful than a punch at jack dempsy\n  I fear no one, plus i tell no tales\n  I will stand up to any male or female\n  Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner\n  Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a\n  State of shock, too hard for one to take\n  So in a multitude of crowds i run to break\n  Beats for torture, but don't get played\n  I stay paid, i caught ya now you shook, you're afraid\n  Scared of the fact we came back to uplift\n  The name, we designed the game, and we get swift\n"},{"id":776264,"name":"Swift","trackName":"Swift","artistName":"Salt‐N‐Pepa","albumName":"Blacks’ Magic","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The duo is back competition check out the new style\nThen get the heck out\nPut on your battlin' gear but don't come strapped\nBullets are not needed this time it's rap for rap\nI'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back\nIn fact the further the rhyme is dancin' jack will get a lip smack\nSo break up because it's time you shook up you gotta make up\nIt's time to break up the party now you're shook up\nSalt and pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par\nAnd competition, how to \"whassup\" is to ride the bra strap\nHurby's on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notes\nSpinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope\nMakin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift\nHold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepa's gettin' swift\n\nYou might have thought about goin' against the spices\nSalt and pepa's a mixture like chinese rices\nBattlin' time, mr. macho, please don't try to rip\nBecause i'll melt ya like nacho cheese\nYou want flavor, well here's something to savor\nWhy don't you wave a microphone in front of my face\nAnd a do small favor, gimme a beat so i can bust a rhyme\nFor all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind\nStatin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, i'm out for easin'\nBodily functions makin' 'em dance and pep, this is the christmas season\n\nThis is duck season, and i'm gettin' high\nYou're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die\nThe ebony queens are back on the scene\nI assume you still suck like a vacuum machine\nCornball sucker, give me a break\nI'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake\nBorn to break any sucker or half-stepper\nWho wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper\nGo down, low-down, this ain't no showdown\nThe competition, i'm sure they'll blow down\nEven if you seem to stand stiff\nThe breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift\n\nSuckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes\nCuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with\nStay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds\nA musical score leg, need a victory? i left an 's' on your forehead\nDon't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights\nI won't ease up, pal, cuz i'm-a go outta sight\nLyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed\nThe star of every male's fantasy or wetdream\nThe ebony princess in a lyrical safari\nBattlin' me is like a honda racing a ferrari\nIf you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?\n\nNone, my son, cuz i'm quicker than a???\nQuick to split the chick tryin' to get slick\nYou're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick\nLittle miss wench, my mind is a trench\nMakes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as i clench\nMy fist, i twist words you use to rip\nThe next time you flex, i'm guaranteed to get swift\n\nHip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics\nCan you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?\nBreak out the health supplies and medical aid\nPrepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid\nRhythmic explosion without corrosion\nRhymes, in effect, that protect like a trojan\nAgainst disease, sorta like a wack mc\nRhymes more powerful than a punch at jack dempsy\nI fear no one, plus i tell no tales\nI will stand up to any male or female\nOnes who persist to resist end up a prisoner\nHissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a\nState of shock, too hard for one to take\nSo in a multitude of crowds i run to break\nBeats for torture, but don't get played\nI stay paid, i caught ya now you shook, you're afraid\nScared of the fact we came back to uplift\nThe name, we designed the game, and we get swift","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Swift\n  artist: Salt‐N‐Pepa\n  album: Blacks’ Magic\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The duo is back competition check out the new style\n  Then get the heck out\n  Put on your battlin' gear but don't come strapped\n  Bullets are not needed this time it's rap for rap\n  I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back\n  In fact the further the rhyme is dancin' jack will get a lip smack\n  So break up because it's time you shook up you gotta make up\n  It's time to break up the party now you're shook up\n  Salt and pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par\n  And competition, how to \"whassup\" is to ride the bra strap\n  Hurby's on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notes\n  Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope\n  Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift\n  Hold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepa's gettin' swift\n\n  You might have thought about goin' against the spices\n  Salt and pepa's a mixture like chinese rices\n  Battlin' time, mr. macho, please don't try to rip\n  Because i'll melt ya like nacho cheese\n  You want flavor, well here's something to savor\n  Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face\n  And a do small favor, gimme a beat so i can bust a rhyme\n  For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind\n  Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, i'm out for easin'\n  Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and pep, this is the christmas season\n\n  This is duck season, and i'm gettin' high\n  You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die\n  The ebony queens are back on the scene\n  I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine\n  Cornball sucker, give me a break\n  I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake\n  Born to break any sucker or half-stepper\n  Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper\n  Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown\n  The competition, i'm sure they'll blow down\n  Even if you seem to stand stiff\n  The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift\n\n  Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes\n  Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with\n  Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds\n  A musical score leg, need a victory? i left an 's' on your forehead\n  Don't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights\n  I won't ease up, pal, cuz i'm-a go outta sight\n  Lyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed\n  The star of every male's fantasy or wetdream\n  The ebony princess in a lyrical safari\n  Battlin' me is like a honda racing a ferrari\n  If you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?\n\n  None, my son, cuz i'm quicker than a???\n  Quick to split the chick tryin' to get slick\n  You're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick\n  Little miss wench, my mind is a trench\n  Makes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as i clench\n  My fist, i twist words you use to rip\n  The next time you flex, i'm guaranteed to get swift\n\n  Hip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics\n  Can you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?\n  Break out the health supplies and medical aid\n  Prepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid\n  Rhythmic explosion without corrosion\n  Rhymes, in effect, that protect like a trojan\n  Against disease, sorta like a wack mc\n  Rhymes more powerful than a punch at jack dempsy\n  I fear no one, plus i tell no tales\n  I will stand up to any male or female\n  Ones who persist to resist end up a prisoner\n  Hissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a\n  State of shock, too hard for one to take\n  So in a multitude of crowds i run to break\n  Beats for torture, but don't get played\n  I stay paid, i caught ya now you shook, you're afraid\n  Scared of the fact we came back to uplift\n  The name, we designed the game, and we get swift\n"},{"id":776263,"name":"Swift","trackName":"Swift","artistName":"Salt-N-Pepa","albumName":"Blacks' Magic","duration":249.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"The duo is back competition check out the new style\nThen get the heck out\nPut on your battlin' gear but don't come strapped\nBullets are not needed this time it's rap for rap\nI'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back\nIn fact the further the rhyme is dancin' jack will get a lip smack\nSo break up because it's time you shook up you gotta make up\nIt's time to break up the party now you're shook up\nSalt and pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par\nAnd competition, how to \"whassup\" is to ride the bra strap\nHurby's on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notes\nSpinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope\nMakin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift\nHold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepa's gettin' swift\n\nYou might have thought about goin' against the spices\nSalt and pepa's a mixture like chinese rices\nBattlin' time, mr. macho, please don't try to rip\nBecause i'll melt ya like nacho cheese\nYou want flavor, well here's something to savor\nWhy don't you wave a microphone in front of my face\nAnd a do small favor, gimme a beat so i can bust a rhyme\nFor all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind\nStatin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, i'm out for easin'\nBodily functions makin' 'em dance and pep, this is the christmas season\n\nThis is duck season, and i'm gettin' high\nYou're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die\nThe ebony queens are back on the scene\nI assume you still suck like a vacuum machine\nCornball sucker, give me a break\nI'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake\nBorn to break any sucker or half-stepper\nWho wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper\nGo down, low-down, this ain't no showdown\nThe competition, i'm sure they'll blow down\nEven if you seem to stand stiff\nThe breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift\n\nSuckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes\nCuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with\nStay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds\nA musical score leg, need a victory? i left an 's' on your forehead\nDon't fuse up now, it's time to put out lights\nI won't ease up, pal, cuz i'm-a go outta sight\nLyrical queen, mess around, and you'll get creamed\nThe star of every male's fantasy or wetdream\nThe ebony princess in a lyrical safari\nBattlin' me is like a honda racing a ferrari\nIf you were the king, what laws would you have me obey?\n\nNone, my son, cuz i'm quicker than a???\nQuick to split the chick tryin' to get slick\nYou're nothing but a prostitute turning a new trick\nLittle miss wench, my mind is a trench\nMakes you drop, then you stop in your tracks and as i clench\nMy fist, i twist words you use to rip\nThe next time you flex, i'm guaranteed to get swift\n\nHip-hopper's, rap artists, and rhyme fanatics\nCan you believe there's a sucker trying to cause static?\nBreak out the health supplies and medical aid\nPrepare your mind for a super, alphabetical raid\nRhythmic explosion without corrosion\nRhymes, in effect, that protect like a trojan\nAgainst disease, sorta like a wack mc\nRhymes more powerful than a punch at jack dempsy\nI fear no one, plus i tell no tales\nI will stand up to any male or female\nOnes who persist to resist end up a prisoner\nHissed in a daze or a faze because he is in a\nState of shock, too hard for one to take\nSo in a multitude of crowds i run to break\nBeats for torture, but don't get played\nI stay paid, i caught ya now you shook, you're afraid\nScared of the fact we came back to uplift\nThe name, we designed the game, and we get swift","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Swift\n  artist: Salt-N-Pepa\n  album: Blacks' Magic\n  duration_ms: 249000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  The duo is back competition check out the new style\n  Then get the heck out\n  Put on your battlin' gear but don't come strapped\n  Bullets are not needed this time it's rap for rap\n  I'm makin' the move and soon you'll have to make yours back\n  In fact the further the rhyme is dancin' jack will get a lip smack\n  So break up because it's time you shook up you gotta make up\n  It's time to break up the party now you're shook up\n  Salt and pepa's gettin' swift, livin' up to par\n  And competition, how to \"whassup\" is to ride the bra strap\n  Hurby's on the beats, steevee-o has the musical notes\n  Spinderella's like a propeller spinnin' music so dope\n  Makin' a lot of noise for all the boys shootin' the gift\n  Hold on tight cuz tonight salt and pepa's gettin' swift\n\n  You might have thought about goin' against the spices\n  Salt and pepa's a mixture like chinese rices\n  Battlin' time, mr. macho, please don't try to rip\n  Because i'll melt ya like nacho cheese\n  You want flavor, well here's something to savor\n  Why don't you wave a microphone in front of my face\n  And a do small favor, gimme a beat so i can bust a rhyme\n  For all the nerds, let all the words feed your mind\n  Statin' the things and pleasin', takin' a rest, i'm out for easin'\n  Bodily functions makin' 'em dance and pep, this is the christmas season\n\n  This is duck season, and i'm gettin' high\n  You're outta luck, duck, now it's time for you to get and die\n  The ebony queens are back on the scene\n  I assume you still suck like a vacuum machine\n  Cornball sucker, give me a break\n  I'm-a drop you from the sky like snow, you a cornflake\n  Born to break any sucker or half-stepper\n  Who wants to get assaulted with a deadly pepper\n  Go down, low-down, this ain't no showdown\n  The competition, i'm sure they'll blow down\n  Even if you seem to stand stiff\n  The breeze of the rhyme makes you move, and we get swift\n\n  Suckers and flukes, it seems you lost and time to put up dukes\n  Cuz you just forced it, the furious females to fly to (fuck) with\n  Stay stiff suckers, soon you'll be stuck with a rep, torn to shreds\n  A musical score leg, need a victory? 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