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(Kick this one here for me and my DJ) |
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You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras |
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I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far |
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And I do get better, the voice gets wetter |
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Nobody gets hurt (as long as you let her) |
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Do my thing with an '89 swing |
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The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight |
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To the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac |
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In full effect, MC Lyte is back |
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And better than before as if that was possible |
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My competition, you'll find them in the hospital |
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Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday |
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But notice they only get one day to shine |
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The rest of the week is mine |
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And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find |
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So come along and I'll lead you the right way |
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Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on... |
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(Kick this one here for me and my DJ) |
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I've got the power to spread out and devour |
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At the same time I'll eat you up with a rhyme |
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But I'll let you slide cuz you accidently hopped on the wrong side |
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Now come on, that's suicide |
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Hypothetically speaking |
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Ok, let's say you didn't know what you were doing |
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You're new in town, and you're looking around |
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For another name to ruin, and it's me that you're pursuing? |
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Well well well, I'll be damned |
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I might as well tell you who I am |
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I am the capital L-Y-T-E |
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And it's shocking I'm the one you're mocking |
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Oh yes, I've been watching you watching me |
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And like the fat on your back it's plain to see |
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That you're a wannabe, but you can't be what you're not |
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So you better start living with what you got |
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(Kick this one here for me and my DJ) |
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Yeah, DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch |
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Now it's time to kick a rhyme out the batch |
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And you're the receiver eager as a beaver |
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Time to convert the non-believer |
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That I'm a roadrunner leaving you in the dust |
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I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker |
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Than the ticker of your pacemaker |
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More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker |
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So don't ever second guess me |
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And if you're wondering who could the best be |
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Think a second and recollect the worst whipping you ever had yet |
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And I'll bet that I did it |
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My fingerprints are still on you |
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How many times I gotta warn you |
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About the light? It'll blind your sight |
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But the rhythm will still guide you through the night |
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(Kick this tip... |
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Kick this one here for me and my DJ) |