My Mic Sounds Nice Lyrics by 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-rock yall

To the beat yall?

A-keep on and you dont stop

Rockin on, keep rockin on


Im the queen on the mic, and its true when I say

That the pepa mc is here to stay

And you know if I was a book I would sell

Cuz every curve on my body got a story to tell

Yeah, word em up, w-word em up

Cuz Im so fly, nobody can deny

The girl hasnt been born that can deal with i

Me, sandy d., undoubtably def

Dont need to be dressed, Im 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


Cuz Im oh-aye, Im on, Im on

Im oh-aye, Im 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 wont last

Salts on the mic, and Im kickin

Ask me no questions, Ill tell no lies

Its just a little warning, a word to the wise

You been hopin and scopin, layin and prayin

But on the bottom is where youre staying


Youre wack, I thought you understood

Youre not related to me so you could never be good

I know you come from babylon (and you know why? )

Cuz youre a babble-on mc (thats right)

You babble on the microphone about what you wish

But could never be

So please dont tell me how youre gonna rock

Dont brag about the things that you aint got

Dont feed me lies cuz now Im full

My cow just died, I dont need your bull


Yo, yo, turn my mic up a little bit

One, two, one, two - all right, 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

Were not talking about geometry, history or biology

So sandy d., explain this to me...

Why do they call you the pepa mc?

You mean you dont know? thats a shame

Ok salt, let me explain


Im hot like a fire, burned down, diminished

Oh, now I see! chill, let me finish

I wanna make one and all understand

I dont play, I slay when the mics 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 dont jest

Youre blessed with one of americas best

So I think yall better count your blessings

When salts in the house, hells in session

Its a fact that I will wax

Mcs out there are gonna get taxed

Rockin to my funky beat

Im a trip so I know youre gonna fall for me

Cuz 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