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• Artiste: MC Lyte
• Titre: Cha Cha Cha
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Kick this one for Brooklyn, Kick this one for the nineties, Now Kick this one here for me and my DJ You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardi 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, a guaranteed 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 cuz you accidently 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 can I 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 gotta warn you About the Lyte It'll blind your sight But the rhythm will still guide you through the night [Kick this ... Kick this one here for me and my DJ]