MC Lyte - Cha Cha Cha

Kick this one here for me and my DJ.

You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras. I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far. And I do get better. The voice gets wetter. Nobody gets hurt... as long as you let her. Do my thing with an '89 swing. The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight to the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac. In full effect, MC Lyte is back. And better than before as if that was possible. My competition, you'll find them in the hospital. Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday, but notice they only get one day to shine. The rest of the week is mine. And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find, so come along and I'll lead you the right way. Just clap your hands to the words I say. Come on!

Kick this one here for me and my DJ.

I've got the power to spread out and devour. At the same time, I'll eat you up with a rhyme, but I'll let you slide because you accidentally hopped on the wrong side. Now come on. That's suicide. Hypothetically speaking, OK, let's say you didn't know what you were doing. You're new in town, and you're looking around for another name to ruin, and it's me that you're pursuing? Well well well, I'll be damned. I might as well tell you who I am. I am the capital L-Y-T-E. And it's shocking I'm the one you're mocking. Oh yes, I've been watching you watching me, and like the fat on your back it's plain to see that you're a wannabe, but you can't be what you're not. So you better start living with what you got.

Kick this one here for me and my DJ.

Yeah, DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch. Now it's time to kick a rhyme out the batch. And you're the receiver, eager as a beaver. Time to convert the non-believer that I'm a roadrunner leaving you in the dust. I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker than the ticker of your pacemaker. More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker. So don't ever second guess me. And if you're wondering who could the best be, think a second and recollect the worst whipping you ever had yet, and I'll bet that I did it. My fingerprints are still on you. How many times I got to warn you about the light? It'll blind your sight, but the rhythm will still guide you through the night.

Kick this tip. Kick this one here for me and my DJ.