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Ain't no other, this is me and this is it Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up offa my tip I don't know why though, they try to compare me Did not you know that you can't get near me So don't fuck up when identifying the voice You know from A to Z, I'm a first choice The Y to the T, surrounded by the L and the E Put it together and you got Lyte the MC Deep, deep, deeper than the vein of the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleep I got octaves, not to sing but to rap so give me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all that The shit that I write huh, surely chart climbers Don't try to run, because your mom'll come and find ya Getcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotcha Break ya break ya fuckin' fuckin' ass in two's It's like that anna, it's like that anna I'm not the funny fat one they call Roseanne-ah Aus Songtexte Mania