Cha Cha Cha

[Kick this one here for me and my DJ] You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far And I do get better, the voice gets wetter Nobody gets hurt (as long as you let her) Do my thing with an '89 swing The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight To the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac In full effect, MC Lyte is back And better than before as if that was possible My competition, you'll find them in the hospital Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday But notice they only get one day to shine The rest of the week is mine And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find So come along and I'll lead you the right way Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on...