| From now on it’s not MC Lyte
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| Listen up, everybody, it’s Lyte Thee MC
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| Tackling, anyone, who tries to stop me
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| From fulfilling, the ultimate, the ultimate goal
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| Suckers takin up room on the microphone
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| I do pay for crowds, move over, stop stalkin me
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| I feel like I’m drownin and fans are just stompin me
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| Bigfoot! |
| Should we buck the uncivilized
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| But I’m so tame I don’t, mean to criticize
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| But why you sweatin we don’t, go together
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| Especially if I’m muggy in the rainy kind of weather
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| «Listen up, everybody, it’s Lyte Thee MC»
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| Competition I take it as good for the soul
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| Pull back the microphone, let my arms unfold
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| Release all the anger, all the aggravation
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| Convert it into words just sorta like a conversation
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| I am the talker, you’re just the listener
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| Talk and I’ll ignore you, is it that offensive to you?
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| The problem is you can’t understand
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| The logic in my rap you can’t comprehend so you
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| Merely step aside, what all, call the weak
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| But you’ll also step aside when I’m, comin down the street
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| You’ll give me lots of room, to whistle and walk
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| And then everything is silent just in case I wanna talk
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| But I, I never do, small talk I like to hear
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| Other girls rap and you say that I’m whack~?!
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| Comin from a female that is totally dedicated
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| Every rhyme I say you ought to appreciate it
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| And if not I’ll tell you like I told my neighbor Dana Betty
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| What? |
| You ain’t ready
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| For a fly female emcee you just ain’t ready
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| Competition I take it as food for the mind
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| Past experience from the future, is the best kind
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| Of advice that you could EVER receive from another
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| Whether it’s a stranger or your night time lover
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| Sorry silly rabbits, Trix are for kids
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| Brings back memories of the things that I did
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| Played jokes on suckers, just for fun
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| But now I’m much older, those days are done
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| Everything is business, forget about games
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| You see cause once I’m finished, you’re gonna know my name
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| Is Lyte and in Brooklyn, Brooklyn’s where I’m chillin
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| Better known as the emcee villain
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| No I’m not good but I’m not bad either
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| Come into your life it can’t get no liver
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| So now, competition is taken out of my vocabulary
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| I don’t vary, I bury
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| Steppin up is like diggin your grave
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| So sucker emcees you ought to save
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| All the mess you be talkin, meanwhile hawkin
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| When I’m on the stage, audience watchin
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| Suckers in the corners just keep on clockin
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| The way I hold the mic, the stance I use
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| The rhymes I recite and the beat I choose
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| But it’s not your fault because you don’t know better
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| You see green I wear you go buy the same sweater
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| You look me up and down sight the jeans name brand
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| You go to Macy’s and for hours you stand
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| On line just to buy what you saw Lyte wearin
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| Don’t try to lie homegirl I caught you starin
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| Cause yo, the beat is dope and the rhymes are kickin
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| I’m the chickenhawk and you are the chicken |