Ain't no other, this is me and this is it

Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit

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 punk and fuck that 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