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Mc Lyte - Big Bad Sister
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Ahhh yeah Brooklyns in the house, so come on now Brooklyns in the house Yo, staten island is in the house Staten island is in the house And let me hear you say queens is in the house Come on now, queens is in the house Long island is in the house, say what? Long island is in the house, yeah The bronx, is in the house, uhh The bronx is in the house let me hear you say Uptowns in the house one time Uptowns in the house Well theyre falling falling but I can catch them I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them Bring them back into the real rap attack Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack 45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh) Tell the silly mothers that we dont give a.. Im not a psychic, but you can tell your sidekick In ninety-one, lyte is kickin some fly.. Take it from me, or could you really take it? And if you got away with it, would you really make it In the world of hip-hop, frontin like youre me? Cmon now hobbes, that I could never see So just step aside, and feel it tonight Cause comin to a store near you is mc lyte {45 king scratches whos that bad? } Im bigger than bolo, see I go solo Broader than broad, see how I soared The big bad sister from around your way Im not tall but Im small dont matter what I weigh I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mind I get hip with the hop Im the tip from the top I go all out, you never see me fall out Although you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout {no!!} Because my rhymes about a profit, no one can stop the one Funky lyrics synced with mc lyte cause I be droppin it The name the lyte because my skin Im blacker than black Comin right and exact, for the rap attack Some say they dont like the words I choose to use I dont give a damn, lyte will never lose I aint no sucka and I aint into pleasin Some critic that criticizes me for no reason Whats with the opinion its a stated fact I rule the pack, from the top of the stack So fuck the stocks and bonds Im your new investment Pick up the album its quite a refreshment Compared to the day to day bullshit you hear Pay attention and listen Im comin clear to the ear For all you non-believers, and you perpetrators That talk to me now but talk about me later Its time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrow Im the star of today and the star of tomorrow Im takin out the old jacks, rippin up the new ones I dont care if it means I have to ruin I will and I shall and I get the job completed Those that dont belong they will be deleted From the rap roster, Im not an impostor Im comin to you live with the 45 Straight from the studio with a view.. .. in new york city {45 king scratches I love it!} .. Im out *echoes* {45 king scratches I love it! <--> dj back and forth}
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