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You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far And I do get better, the voice gets wetter Nobody gets hurt (as long as you let her) Do my thing with an '89 swing The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight To the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac In full effect, MC Lyte is back And better than before as if that was possible My competition, you'll find them in the hospital Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday But notice they only get one day to shine The rest of the week is mine And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find So come along and I'll lead you the right way Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on... [Kick this one here for me and my DJ] I've got the power to spread out and devour At the same time I'll eat you up with a rhyme But I'll let you slide cuz you accidently hopped on the wrong side Now come on, that's suicide Hypothetically speaking Ok, let's say you didn't know what you were doing You're new in town, and you're looking around For another name to ruin, and it's me that you're pursuing? Well well well, I'll be damned I might as well tell you who I am I am the capital L-Y-T-E And it's shocking I'm the one you're mocking Oh yes, I've been watching you watching me And like the fat on your back it's plain to see That you're a wannabe, but you can't be what you're not So you better start living with what you got [Kick this one here for me and my DJ] Yeah, DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch Now it's time to kick a rhyme out the batch And you're the receiver eager as a beaver Time to convert the non-believer That I'm a roadrunner leaving you in the dust I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker Than the ticker of your pacemaker More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker So don't ever second guess me And if you're wondering who could the best be Think a second and recollect the worst whipping you ever had yet And I'll bet that I did it My fingerprints are still on you How many times I gotta warn you About the light? It'll blind your sight But the rhythm will still guide you through the night [Kick this tip... Kick this one here for me and my DJ] |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin? And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockin Listen, hoe, cause I'm the Lyte one And if you're lookin for a fight, you found the right one (They call me Lyte) (And I'm a slave to the rhythm) (Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) [ VERSE 1 ] I'm not a procrastinator, or a instigator But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, I'm the creator I never look for trouble, but somehow it finds me But yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind me The L-y-t-e, very outspoken And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokin I'm MC Lyte, comin live and direct I never lose a battle, cause I always come correct In any case I win, again and again You see Lyte is at the top till the very end And even though I may be short, believe, I don't take none Try your luck and we'll see who will get done I mean immediately, like quick fast Don't turn your back, cause this mic'll be in your ass And don't take what I say too lightly I beat you, defeat you so quietly Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornado Cause in the rap field Lyte's the fuckin aka doe The capital L, the y to the e Shit, give me room and I'll slay an MC Whether it's in a crowd, or on the sneak tip I wax you and your posse watch you trip and flip As you drop the mic, cause you don't have the gift To rip a style, fast or slow (Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm [ VERSE 2 ] |
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| 3:57 |
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It was a caf?It was a caf?on the westside It was a caf?on It was a caf?on the westside, midtown It was a caf?on the westside, midtown Said they had the best cap of cappucino around So I stepped in, and I ordered a cup Someone grabbed me by my throat and said, |
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| 4. |
| 3:21 |
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[ VERSE 1 ] I'm rhymin and designin, also creatin The dope def rhyme that is always being taken By a sucker MC that wants to be like me No trait of originality But yo, I am not one to down another So like I said before, just go for yours, sucker I'm gonna take the time to drop a dope line Or maybe even two, for you and your crew So you can start shakin and movin all around To the Lyte Thee MC and the King Of Chill sound It's new and improved like a freshly cut diamond Perfect timin, like a gem it's shinin Or better yet a ruby, somewhat like a saphire This jam you are forced to admire |
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| 5. |
| 3:02 |
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Yo Milk, that's super duper I think I need a soundcheck Hit me with a sample Yeah, now what about that dope stuff? Alright, now give me a 808 Now let the beat roll.. [ VERSE 1 ] Any competition, checkers or chess Whatever the game, Lyte'll never fess But did you say rappin? Cause I'm with it I hold the title, you might as well forget it You can put me to the test, I'll prove I am the best You'll be the last coockoo to fly over the nest Try to dis this? Nah.. You'll be the only scarface in the place Cause I'll rip out your eyes, cut your tongue off You can't talk no more and let the bullshit walk In this lifetime you're no MC You're just labelled in bold black ink as a wanna-be Now that I pulled your card and I read you I should punish those that misled you Into thinkin that you was just too good I beat your ass in your own neighborhood I have yet to threaten you with sticks and stones That'll hurt your bones [ CHORUS ] I'm just throwin words at you (Wick-wick-wack) |
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| 3:23 |
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A friend of mine (Which one?) Cecilia (Yeah?) has a man (so?) a dealer (Which one?) Born - Born Supreme You know the type (Yeah, I know what you mean) Gold and cars (cars and gold The more he got, yo, the more he sold He told her he loved her (Huh, gased her head) Her love he bought just to warm his bed I tried to tell her, but it went out the other ear She didn't wanna hear, what I had to say She just replied this way (Girl, I love him, he treats me so good He gets much respect in my neighborhood) I cram to understand why she wants this man (Yo, he sold the crack to Sam...) [ CHORUS ] |
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| 7. |
| 4:11 |
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Never does one know the force that is in them Till some puss jumps up and offends them Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate Those that try to front and try to perpetrate Like they know me well when they don't know me at all Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'I'll give you a call' Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits Like Shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed Like MC Lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed Each and every time you try to play me I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked So when I see you, you better be fully strapped At all times, cause it only takes Lyte one time, and one time only I'm the microphone controller, MC sucker folder Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen If it was dark - you know what I mean? So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury Those who try to know me before they meet me You can't grow on me, so don't greet me I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me I seen people taken advantage of In situations like money, trust and love I have no time for petty things that are trivial Like who'll dance with me if I |
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| 8. |
| 5:51 |
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(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy I've been too nice too long Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) >Millie Jackson (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn, hoe) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn, hoe) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot) (damn) (hoe) (Hot damn, hoe) (Gon' be some shit) (Hot damn) [ VERSE 1 ] Before this jam starts I'm simply stating You have all waited, now you can stop waiting Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 Or shall I got straight to 80 percent? Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed The party's not over, it's just beginning Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?) Any battle in any competition 'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey (Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame And I ain't out to give you what you don't have So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh I could diss, call you names and make fun of you (Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth Like a watchtower, hour by the hour Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat) With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet) When he count it down (When I count it down 6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate [ CHORUS ] (Hot damn, hoe) (Shut the fuck up) (Hot damn, hoe) (Shut the fuck up) (Hot damn, hoe) (Shut the fuck up) (Here we) (here we) (Gon' be some shit) (Here we go again) [ VERSE 2 ] The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother? When you should really ask: where is the father?- |
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| 9. |
| 4:01 |
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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 [ VERSE 2 ] 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 [ VERSE 3 ] 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 |
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| 2:07 | 
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| 3:58 |
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| 12. |
| 3:04 |
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[ female voice ] I just want you to understand
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| 13. |
| 4:02 |
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