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Ain't no other, this is me and this is itDon't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shitI don't know why though, they try to compare meDid not you know that you can't get NEAR meSo don't fuck up when identifying the voiceYou know from A to Z, I'm a first choiceThe why to the T, surrounded by the L and the EPut it together and you got Lyte the MCDeep, deep, deeper than the veinOf the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleepI got octaves, not to sing but to rap soGive me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all thatThe shit that I write huh, surely chart climbersDon't try to run, because your mom'll come and find yaGetcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotchaBreak ya break ya punk and fuck that ass in two'sIt's like that anna, it's like that annaI'm not the funny fat one they call Roseanne-ah Aus Songtexte Mania