Cha Cha Cha

Kick

Kick-kick

Kick th–

Kick-kick

Kick

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, 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-kick

Kick-kick

Kick this one

Kick this one here for me and my– D-D-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 'cause you accidentally hopped on the wrong side

Now come on, that's suicide

Hypothetically 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 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

Kick

Kick

Kick

Kick this one here for me and my DJ

Yeah, DJ K-Rock let me 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 light? It'll blind your sight

But the rhythm will still guide you through the night

Kick, kick-kick-kick

Kick-kick-kick

Kick-kick-kick, kick-kick-kick-kick

Kick th–, kick th–

Kick-kick, kick this

Kick this

Kick-kick-kick, kick-kick this

Kick this

Kick-kick-kick, kick-kick

Kick this one here for me and my DJ