Poor Georgie - MC Lyte

There's nobody quite like me I mind my business Head towards the sea I don't enjoy the ocean So I'll just stay here floating I'll mind my business and ignore the waves Why is this how you behave You got some seaweed around your leg Don't let it hold you back another day 'Cause stressing won't fix nothing And you can't predict the day And if you aren't winning that's okay (It's okay) Boy these moods won't last forever Next year will be so much better Let's exterminate these mites that munch your brain If you're ever feeling down just know there's someone around To help you off your knees and pick you up

Quiero contarte de alg

Otra vez el invierno ha llegado Otra vez el fuego hay que encender Su rigor que se lo lleve el infierno Nada hay, amigos que temer Su rigor que se lo lleve el infierno Nada hay, amigos que temer Petruska, toca la balalaica Como tú la aprendiste a tocar Y al cantar los remeros del Volga Para al fin poder todos juntos bailar Raspati, Casatschok, Casatschok Casatschok, Raspati Cuando ya la nieve cubra el llano Cuando sientes frio el corazón Es cantar con un vodka en la mano Olvidar la pena y la aflicción Es cantar con un vodka en la mano Olvidar la pena y la aflicción Petruska, toca la balalaica Como tú la aprendiste a tocar Y al cantar los remeros del Volga Para al fin poder todos juntos bailar, Raspati Otra vez el invierno ha llegado Otra vez el fuego hay que encender Su rigor que se lo lleve el infierno Nada hay, amigos que temer Su rigor que se lo lleve el infierno Nada hay, amigos que temer Petruska, toca la balalaica Como tú la aprendiste a tocar Y al cantar los remeros del Volga Para al fin poder todos juntos bailar

Bailemos el bimbó (bimbó bimbó) Que está causando sensación Con esta melodia que te va Derecho al corazón Bailando cantarás (bimbó, bimbó) Sus aires tan románticos Dejándote llevar por el vaivén Del ritmo mágico Verás que fácil es Bailar bimbó Siguiendo su compás Tú llegarás así (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Bailemos el bimbó (bimbó, bimbó) Que está causando sensación Con esta melodia que te va Derecho al corazón Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Bimbo, bimbo) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Verás que fácil es Bailar bimbó Siguiendo su compás Tú llegarás así (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Bailemos el bimbó (bimbó, bimbó) Que está causando sensación Con esta melodia que te va Derecho al corazón Verás que fácil es Bailar bimbó Y para siempre En tu recuerdo quedará (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah) Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte Examine the style used in this sequence The rhyme's the clue, the record's evidence To the fact that I'm hypin' this episode Cold carryin' the extra wide load The beat is fat and the rhyme is thick All over the town you hear the sound and pick Me, the L the Y the T the E, me And if you see the rock, I'm sure you'll see me Hey Lyte, what will you be doin'? Kickin' it, bashin' down competition And when I drop the bomb, you'll listen Boom now that I've got your attention I'm slammin' what you wanna hear I just thought that I should mention '89 is the Lyte year Now's the time to roll like a rhinoceros Step to Lyte, that's preposterous I'm heavyweight, though I'm lightweight My looks the hook, my rhymes the bait And when I throw the line you proceed to take The goody, the treat that I hand you That you couldn't refuse Damn, I cram to understand you Your love is to Lyte to lose I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte I am, I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte The Lyte, the Lyte I am the Lyte I am, I am the Lyte I am, I am the Lyte I am the Lyte The Lyte, the Lyte I think you deserve this, you waited long enough For a rhyme that's super duper extra tough Every human is lurkin' and loomin' Puba on the beat and you know the shit is boomin' Tasty like pastry, fresh from the bakery First priority, that's the way it has to be Feel the drum, I bet it makes your body numb One for all and all for one I bet you come Hurry, hurry, step right up and see the show MC Lyte and K-Rock are about to throw Get on line and purchase your ticket Hey, don't worry Lyte is gonna kick it Go on, be happy I put you up on the scoop Now come and watch the party hoop I am the Lyte, the Lyte I am the Lyte The Lyte, the Lyte I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte The Lyte, the Lyte I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte The Lyte, the Lyte I am the Lyte and it is time for me to go You wanna beef? Save that shit for the toilet bowl I use styles, styles and much many styles I leave smiles, smiles and much many smiles On the people who come to see the Lyte perform Word is born The rhyme will kick and the brain will tick You can tell because the record'll sell Old styles and new styles formatted together Bold or dull, so it doesn't matter whether Which comes first or vice-a versa It won't make a difference, as long as you rehearse-a Get it down pat, and come right and exact MC Lyte is comin' right and I'ma say goodnight The Lyte, the Lyte, the Lyte The Lyte, the Lyte, the Lyte I am the Lyte, I am, I am the Lyte I am, I am, I am the Lyte I am the Lyte The Lyte, the Lyte Yeah, MC Lyte in effect for '89 One time to wreck that mind boy Yeah, ah pump, pump, pump it up Yeah sure nuff MC Milk Warlord of the mix board In effect sure shot, yeah, pump, mmm hmm