It’s been a solid decade since she’s released a new album, and her Web site has been hyping the same not-actually-out-yet LP for almost two years–but with any luck MC Lyte’s recent flurry of touring points to a bona fide comeback. She’s kept herself busy with UPN cameos, soundtrack work, and voice-overs, but her talents are probably still better suited to dropping something serious in the studio. The best song on her MySpace page, the Premier–produced “Wonder Years,” is supposedly a cut from the album-to-be; per usual, it positions her as competing with other female MCs, even though (as the song itself suggests) she’s more like “the female G Rap” than she is the Foxy Brown of 1988. Really, ever since “I Cram to Understand U,” Lyte’s been nothing less than the Jim Thompson of the old-school Bronx-boogie lexicon, the occasional glossy misstep aside–she’s a street-tough realist working an irresistible pop form. The Roots headline and Big Daddy Kane opens; DJ Castle spins. See also Sunday. a 9 PM, House of Blues, 329 N. Dearborn, 312-923-2000 or 312-559-1212, $39-$40.50, 18+. –Jessica Hopper