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Intro:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house |
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Have you ever, ever in long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the lyte (repeat) As I zoom with the z down the avenue Who it be, me less the crew Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo I'm makin moves, that's smoother than The cream or the sweat from a wet dream Drippin wit vaseline My mabeline left a ring on the scene I got mad peeps down with the tag team Listen you couldn't front it you want to Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to Looking at my tag it's about that time For you to get yours, for me to get mine I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter My placenta is on high overload, my complete context Can get so complex, I might explode On the scene, like a nuclear bomb While the children scream, I'll yellin ring the alarm Hook This is going out to all the ruffnecks And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track Yo brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at I be the stage wrecker, rhyme Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming Straight off elektra, the shit that be Kicking is off the wall crazy You can't see, what I can see cause you're Blind baby, born a slave die a slave Representing from the cradle to the grave Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3-d It's the lyte representing for the female species Letting em know that they can't even Hook What do we have here, an impostor Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em Rap my collapse, when they attack And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it Speak it like I see it It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it I take the form of the rain in a storm As I get warm, like the rays of the sun Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome You to the terrordome, the unknown zone A million miles away from home The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs Or the universe erupt I'ma be the one to lights this motherf**ker up Hook |
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