My Mic Sounds Nice Lyrics - Hot Cool & Vicious - Salt N Pepa

Are you ready? 

Yo, Hurb, 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 y'all, to the beat y'all? 

A-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, w-word 'em up 'cause 

I'm so fly, nobody can deny 

The girl hasn't been born that can deal with I 

Me, Sandy D., undoubtably def 

Don't need to be dressed, I'm fresh to the flesh 

Yes, 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-aye, I'm on, I'm on 

Yes I'm oh-aye, I'm so damn on 

Like a grasshopper hoppin' on the morning lawn 

Like a needle on a record when it plays a song 

Like Little Boy Blue blowin' on his horn 

And you know I got to be on 

Mcs rockin' and shockin', but it won't last 

Salt's on the mic, and I'm kickin', ask 

Me no questions, I'll tell no lies 

It's just a little warning, a word to the wise 

You been hopin' and scopin', layin' and prayin' 

But on the bottom is where you're staying 

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 Babble-On MC (That's right) 

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 lies '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 talking about geometry 

History or biology 

So Sandy D. explained it to me 

Why do they call you the Pepa MC? 

You mean you don't know? Uh-uh that's a shame 

OK Salt, let me explain 

I'm hot like a fire, burned down, diminished 

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 hand 

The room temperature reaches a hundred and four 

You can scramble eggs on the floor 

The 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 y'all better count your blessings 

When Salt's in the house, hell's in session 

It'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 

Turning out without a doubt 

Make no mistake, Queens is in the house 

Yeah, check it out 

Ch-check it out