Cha Cha Cha-Mo' Horizons/Smith And Burrows/Afán de Ribera

Cha Cha Cha Mo' Horizons Kick this one here for me and my DJYou can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras I'm the dopiest female that you've heard thus far And I do get better, the voice gets wetter Nobody gets hurt as long as you let herDo 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 backAnd 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 shineThe 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 onKick this one here for me and my DJI'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 suicideHypothetically speaking Okay, 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 mockingOh 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 gotKick this one here for me and my DJYeah, 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-believerThat 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 jawbreakerSo 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 itMy fingerprints are still on you How many times I gotta warn you About the light? It'll blind your sight But the rhythm will still guide you through the nightKick this tip, kick this tip Kick this one here for me and my DJ