| Have you ever, ever in your long living life
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| Seen a woman rock the mic
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| Like the one called the Lyte
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| As I zoom with the Z down the Avenue
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| Who it be, me less the crew
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| Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo
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| I’m makin moves, that’s smoother than
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| The cream or the sweat from a wet dream
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| Drippin wit Vaseline
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| My Mabeline left a ring on the scene
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| I got mad peeps down with the tag team
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| Listen you couldn’t front it you want to
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| Trying to escape now I’m the one that you’re running to
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| Looking at my tag it’s about that time
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| For you to get yours, for me to get mine
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| I got our shit poppin wheelies like a Ninja
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| The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter
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| My placenta is on high overload, my complete context
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| Can get so complex, I might explode
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| On the scene, like a nuclear bomb
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| While the children scream, I’m yelling: «Ring the alarm»
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| Have you ever, ever in your long living life
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| Seen a woman rock the mic
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| Like the one called the Lyte
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| This is going out to all the ruffnecks
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| And hood rats, Jermaine hit me off with the track
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| Yo Brat if you’re wit me holla let me know where you’re at
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| I be the stage wrecker, rhyme manifester
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| Feel the pressure, coming
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| Straight off Elektra, the shit that be
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| Kicking is off the wall crazy
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| You can’t see, what I can see cause you’re
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| Blind baby, born a slave die a slave
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| Representing from the cradle to the grave
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| Cause we living in the last day, coming through your TV in 3-D
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| It’s the Lyte representing for the female species
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| Letting em know that they can’t even
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| Have you ever, ever in your long living life
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| Seen a woman rock the mic
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| Like the one called the Lyte
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| What do we have here, an impostor
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| Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster
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| I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em
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| Rap my collapse, when they attack
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| And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust
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| Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust
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| Cause it’s a must, that I kick it like I hear it
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| Speak it like I see it
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| It’s the spirit, I ain’t go to see it to believe it
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| I take the form of the rain in a storm
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| As I get warm, like the rays of the sun
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| Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to
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| Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome
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| You to the terrordome, the unknown zone
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| A Million miles away from home
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| The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs
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| Or the universe erupt
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| I’ma be the one to lights this motherfucker up
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| Have you ever, ever in your long living life
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| Seen a woman rock the mic
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| Like the one called the Lyte |