This Emcee (Interlude) - MC Lyte

My my my my my my ghetto…

My ghetto got pimps and pushers and big money makers

And shakers and fakers and all the crack makers

And they all live in a place that you and I call the hood

They be up to no good

My ghetto got beats and bootys and cars and ghetto stars

9×9 with steel bars

Pigs roll around leaving bruises and scars

Rolling the dutches and Philly cigars

Boom

This emcee, she gets down

Float into hip hop all throughout the town

When I come through the door

Better let me in

Or I’ll huff and puff and blow the sucker right in

They wanna tag me, bag me, put they nose in it

I suppose with it, they could get close to it

Most wanna hit it but won’t admit it

'Cause if they got to it, they would roast in it

Wanna toast to it, go coast to coast in it

Boast about it, most will shout it

Post re-route it others will doubt it

Ooh, holy cow, look I’m holy now

Profile with style

Meanwhile, I hold it down

Over by the Beacon

Folks, they be peeping out who be creeping

Seeking who be freaking

Often they be leaking

What they believe in

Thoughts are misleading, deceiving

Can’t blame it on the rain or the champagne

Or the red white, can’t blame it on the hard times

Blame it on the nookie

Awww, sookie sookie

Radio suckers never played me

In the mix now, loving me lately

Once again back is the incredible

Rhyme animal, MC cannibal

You’re on the good ship lollipop

It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop

You’re on the good ship lollipop

It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop

You’re on the good ship lollipop

It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop