| 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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| 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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| 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] |