Shanté Gets Wicked

("Let me tell you somethin'") ("Shanté's performin' and it's gonna be wicked") [Verse 1] Shanté gets wicked as I kick it Booty MCs better ease 'fore I stick it So far the [?] can't even find it Music is my business, and so you better mind it Cause if I see your nose, end it I'm a bend it Send it to the hospital to be mended There's too many stank skanks wanna be top rank [?] MCs are gonna be shanked Sucker MCs I despise, who try to rise Up with the same old style as [?] Boom is the sound of the bass and I kick it In your face, in the place, MCs get a taste But before you eat it up, let me heat it up And wash your face, just in case I wanna beat it up You can't sit, you wanna get with the shit That makes you have a fit 'bout every time you hear it I drop rhymes hard as [?] on your head Sleepin' MCs are already in the bed This is a wake-up call as I break up all Bullshit MCs in the rap world You can't test the [?] this And I don't miss, I just bust you with a fist Blood, pus, and other stuff is gonna ooze out Girl you're gonna lose out, break the [?] shoes out And you still can't go up against me I'll have you livin' on the [?] WKRP, now what kind of [?] will pose a threat to me? Not one, son, they all got done Cause none of those sorry MCs are number one Ah, here we go see kick it Cause Shanté gets wicked [Hook] Shanté gets wicked as I kick it ("Get wicked!") ("Let me tell you somethin') ("Shanté's performin' and it's gonna be wicked") ("Go on, girl!") ("Get wicked!") [Verse 2] I get wicked 'til the jam is done Somebody yelled out "The bitch got a gun" But yo, look again, that's not what I'm holdin' Just your attention and the mic. I rolled in To the party, I didn't have to reach They already had a mic so [?] Just the [?], what a joke I pulled myself together, then I broke Fool, I took em to school in a duel So I taught as I fought, and it's a [?] Understand the ways that my mind works And what's at stake cause I break when I find jerks Holdin' a mic, but they're not hype enough Cause that's the type of stuff that makes me ride 'em rough And that's why they're in a cat's eye And I'm unannounced when I pounce to to the rest. Try To escape the hills they're heading for Ride it for life and I might keep sheddin' more Than you can take, so put on your darker shades And here we go cause I'm gonna spark the page And rip parties apart with a passion I move your butt and that's what brings the cash in I saw you run for the dance floor and when your pants tore You just kept movin' like ants or Beetles were in your drawers, watch the needle [?] With the [?] is gonna cut into my jaws, pause Stand clear as the mic is grabbed The girl is here and MCs is stabbed Not with a knife but a rhyme and [?] And something you care for and therefore you shank Egos are bleedin' three rows of rappers Pleadin' that I hold back but I'm proceedin' To give a bunch of rhymes and the punch of A champ, as I [?] to the hunch of Victory, it's no small trick to be Rhymin' off strong, yo that sounds slick to me So I'ma drop somethin' really really rough on ya I know you want it, don't even try to bluff on it Yeah, you didn't think that I could kick it Cause Shanté gets wicked [Hook]