Audio Two
Steady Fucking
[ INTRO: KRS-One ]
Du-du-du-duuu-du-du
You wanna test Lyte?
Are you stupid?
You gotta be out of your f**kin mind!
MC Lyte is THE DON!
Come down, MC Lyte, seen

Dirty b*t*h, you dirty, dirty b*t*h...

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**king) (6x)
Go, go, go, go...

(You done insulted me
And I got to kick yo a** right now)

[ VERSE 1 ]
So what's up, Big Bahama Mama?
You know where to find me
You could never climb me
So why do you persist
To be placed upon my f**kin hit list
You a low-down dirty loser
Next time I see you, I'mma hit you with my Land Cruiser
You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a f**k
I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that b***?
And in case you didn't know
I been known to f**k up a ho during a show
So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock
Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks
I heard you're smokin crack, lady
You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a - crack - baby
Whadda ya think?
The 55th n***a you f**ked said your poom-poom stink
Slow down, you're movin too fast
The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that a**
Now you think you're hot sh*t
Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop sh*t
You're still a loser
No joke, when I see you I'mma hit you with the Cruiser
(Set the b*t*h on fire
Your f**king days are over)

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**king) (4x)
Go, go, go, go...

[ VERSE 2 ]
From upstate New York to way Down South
I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a d**k in your mouth
You're ready for the showdown, the low down
Lyte strikes again, another ho down
F**kin to you, Shanny, is like a fad
Flippin coins with your mom to see who sucks dad
But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky
But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie?
How funky of a smell could one woman make?
Yo fellas, I think she need a d***** break
(D*****, d***** it out - d***** break
(D*****, d***** it out - d*****
(D*****, d***** it out - d***** break
(D*****, d***** it out - d*****, d*****, d*****
(D*****, d***** it out - d***** break
(D*****, d***** it out - I think you need a d*****)
Tisk-tisk, what a relief it is
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Or one of those pu**y-eatin members of your crew
'Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda schooled you
But instead, you let them fool you
Into talkin that bullsh*t you been talkin
Walkin that skank strut you been walkin
I don't play that, ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posie, red-rum, you dumb, dumb
(We can all be some fightin muthaf**kas in here this evening
Bring your a**, n***a, bring it on, come on)

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**king) (4x)
Go, go, go, go...

[ VERSE 3 ]
Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
Now let's talk about that grill (the grill)
We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh)
Now let's talk about your teeth
Sh*ts ain't been straight since you was 8
When you bit into a bad piece of beef
And even for a small fee
You let your uncle get one off while you bounced on his f**kin knee
Now what's my f**kin name?
Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the f**kin game
You must like puttin dough in my pocket
Since '86 my career sky-rocket
Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb ho (Ha-ha-ha)
I got this rap sh*t locked, sewn, hemmed
While you're hangin from a buddah stem
I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals
I'm liable to just f**k up you schedule
You'll be sittin on your fat a** another 10 years
Until the coast is clear
So next time they push a rhyme in your hand
You better fully understand who the f**k I am
(At least now we know...)
Dumb
(...It's all about Lyte)
B*t*h

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady f**king)
Go, go, go, go...