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