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