Dy-Na-Mi-Tee Live at Live 8, Hyde Park, London, 2nd July 2005

What's up, people? I wanna see your hands in the air. Sorry about that. I wanna see everyone waving from side to side. When I say a little girl growing next door To you. Went through the things a teenage girl Goes through. Hanging out all night and breaking my Curfew. When my daddy hit the door, Gave my mama the blues. Used to spend my time blazing, taking days away. But I was born and so at fifteen, girl I wanna obey. Had to get my act together, couldn't take the Heat. And now I'm making peace in the streets. I'm Miss Dynamite. T. Stay blowing up the stereo. Everybody ought to hear it though. T. Hear me busting on the radio. Now feel my flow. I'm Miss Dynamite. See me busting in the video. And I come to rock the show. I'm just Miss Dynamite. Everybody lose control. And my might touch your soul. I remember all the house parties that took place. Drinking in my parents' cellar, we could still feel The bass. And my cousins and my brothers twisted Up all night. Listening to my parents' vibe until The morning light. Remember my first years at School, being so innocent. I just wanted to learn, I never been so Content. But the more that I learned, I found A guiding light. That showed me the need to Fight. We missed dynamite. Sing it loud! I stay stereo. Everybody ought to hear it though. I'm just Miss Dynamite. Hear me busting on the radio. Feel my flow. I'm just Miss Dynamite. See me busting in the video. And I come to rock the show. I'm just Dynamite. Everybody lose control. And my might touch your soul. I'm Miss Dynamite. I'm just Miss Dynamite. I'm Miss Dynamite. At thirteen I thought that I was in love With this guy. In the town we called his Ride, thought that I'd inside. Remember playing glad sloughing 'cause the District's a fool. And the meeting that I got Was nice and spinning for school. Remember Sunday school then after going to grandma's For lunch. Macaroni rice and pastry can and Pineapple punch. Never had much, my mom, sister and me. But love was enough 'til sixteen. Miss Dynamite, I stay blowing up the stereo. Everybody gotta feel me though. Miss Dynamite, T. Hear me busting on the radio. Now feel my flow, you get me though. Miss Dynamite, T. See me busting in the video. And I come to rock the show. Miss Dynamite, T. Everybody lose control. I'm just Miss Dynamite.