[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]
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Cha Cha Cha
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| MC Lyte |
