Big Bad Sister

Oh yeah Brooklyn's in the house, so come on now Brooklyn's in the house Yo, Staten Island is in the house Staten Island is in the house So let me hear you say Queens is in the house Come on now, Queens is in the house Long Island is in the house, say what? Long Island is in the house, yeah The Bronx is in the house, uh The Bronx is in the house, let me hear you say Uptown's in the house one time Uptown's in the house Well, they're fallin', fallin' but I can catch them I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them Bring them back into the real rap attack Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack Forty five, yeah baby, forty five, yeah Tell the silly mothers that we do give a I'm not a psychic but you can tell your sidekick In ninety-one, Lyte is kickin' some fly Take it from me, or could you really take it? And if you got away with it, would you really make it In the world of hip-hop, frontin' like you're me? C'mon now Hobbes, that I could never see So just step aside and feel it tonight 'Cause comin' to a store near you is M.C. Lyte Who's that bad? Who's that bad? I'm bigger than Bono, see I go solo Broader than broad, see how I soared The big bad sister from around your way I'm not tall but I'm small don't matter what I weigh I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mind I get hip with the hop I'm the tip from the top I go all out, you never see me fall out Although you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one Funky lyrics synced with M.C. Lyte 'cause I be droppin' it The name the Lyte because my skin I'm blacker than black Comin' right and exact, for the rap attack Some say they don't like the words I choose to use I don't give a damn, Lyte will never loose I ain't no sucka and I ain't into pleasin' Some critic that criticizes me for no reason What's with the opinion it's a stated fact I rule the pack, from the top of the stack So fuck the stocks and bonds I'm your new investment Pick up the album it's quite a refreshment Compared to the day to day bullshit you hear Pay attention and listen I'm comin' clear to the ear For all you non believers and you perpetrators That talk to me now but talk about me later It's time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrow I'm the star of today and the star of tomorrow I'm takin' out the old jacks, rippin' up the new ones I don't care if it means I have to ruin I will and I shall and I get the job completed Those that don't belong they will be deleted From the rap roster, I'm not an impostor I'm comin' to you live with the forty five Straight from the studio with a view in New York City