MC Lyte - Big Bad Sister lyrics
MC Lyte [Lana Michele Moorer] Queens, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[MC Lyte - Big Bad Sister lyrics]
Ahhh 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
And 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, uhh
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 falling falling 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
45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh)
Tell the silly mothers that we don't 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 MC Lyte
45 King scratches "Who's that bad?"
I'm bigger than bolo, 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 "No!"
Because my rhyme's about a profit
No one can stop the one
Funky lyrics synced with MC 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 lose
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 45
Straight from the studio with a view
In New York City
45 King scratches "I love it!"
I'm out echoes
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
And 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, uhh
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 falling falling 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
45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh)
Tell the silly mothers that we don't 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 MC Lyte
45 King scratches "Who's that bad?"
I'm bigger than bolo, 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 "No!"
Because my rhyme's about a profit
No one can stop the one
Funky lyrics synced with MC 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 lose
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 45
Straight from the studio with a view
In New York City
45 King scratches "I love it!"
I'm out echoes