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from Mc Lyte - Seven & Seven (2003)
(chorus) (G. Salah)
Let's break it down... Let's break it down... Let's break it down... Let's break it down, break it down x2 verse 1 (India) Now it's India, India, I get into ya, styles I got plenty 'a I'm bout it bout it, you know my ones stay crowded F**k around and doubt it, and get that ass louded The future me, 2003, ultra magnetic, this MC... (MCs, MCs, MCs freeze) I'm not afraid of you niggas, I'm ready for the masses I keep it tight like spandex do asses Palmer's cocoa butter for the ashes, while Chanel laces up my lashes Uh oh no, stop! It don't get hot because I locked it Got it, give me 6 million like you gave Tupac it Hot forever 'coz that's how I plotted (chorus) verse 2 (G. Salah) I'm that R rated nigga from the films with mistique With taste from the hamptoms but still street Don't sleep I reach the ghetto to elite Blessed with the vocals gifted with the feet Pretty nigga, pearly white teethe I can't for now 'coz my mind says from Asia I'm unreachable, f**k a portable and pager Made nigga, no time for posin', leavin' niggas like Moses Front and get swollen The black italian G. Salah the chosen I beat you down with love get you stuck frozen 'Coz I talk shit like caches, and I backs it Can you match this my magic Catcy like habits, digest and swallow The G. Salah tablet baby, wah you beautiful (chorus) verse 3 (MC Lyte) I resonate like 808s but with a ill tone Lyte the oddesy, full blown >From Cali to Medina, the head turner, Tina Belle Venezuela, rockin' Argentina Hot like heaters, swift like cheeters >From where I stand grass remains greener (Let me tell you 'bout a girl, maybe I shouldn't I met her in Brooklyn, and her shit is always cookin') See I be flowin' yes constantly That's why the cabbage that I stack is deep winter green And the way that I be hittin', unlike any other sister, I get into your system, man I make you listen I give, give back 10 fold, Lana on the ill trio India, Gio, we know it's broke down so let's blow (chorus till fade...) |
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from Mc Lyte - Seven & Seven (2003)
Loving you madly will be forever.
I see the ocean in your eyes when we're together. There are no boundaries. There are no limits. My heart has been embraced now that you're in it. Hold me closer to your dreams. Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter. Hold me when you're close to tears. Time passes by, seconds into minutes. Every field and flower fades but love is infinite. There are no boundaries. There are no limits. My heart's a bigger place now that you're in it. Hold me closer to your dreams. Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter. Hold me when you're close to tears. I wanna be the one you tell your secrets to. All I want is to be closer. Closer to you. How tight can you hold me? How long can we stay awake? How hard can we laugh? How much love can we make? Hold me close to your dreams. Closer to your fears. Close to hear your laughter. Hold me when you're close to tears. I wanna be the one you tell your secrets to. All I want is to be closer. Closer to you. |
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from Mc Lyte - Seven & Seven (2003)
Make it last long, uha, uh
Here's a situation, skip the talk Let me know dog if you bite or bark What it is soldier, you ready to march Can you make me shoot, or you just soft Cause I got no time for the games Just keep my spine full of pain Hit the boost and hit turbo In this sexual inferno Keep my lovin', drippin' drains Or love highway, switchin' lanes Show me different thangs with the whip and chains Hit you with this grippin' pain Can you handle that, are you alright Test me out, is it alright Come on baby, you ain't finished You servin' time, I ain't talkin' minutes Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Certified misses, I'm misses Only get my time if it's Somethin' that stay somethin' All night, until brunch and Hit it right, manouvre me Take your big knot, ? me Pull my hair back, who the ruler be Lovin' you so tight, no room for three Tell me you want me My love keep you horny I know's my mother on me Stay away from the masculine Thing that keep me needing asperin Got me gaspin' in for air, pashin' and Sheets satin and mixed with silk Here's my love, mixed with milk Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long What does it feel like Check me out, feminine engine Brooklyn girl, read the emblem Him, them, and that's hangin' Ten, it's nine-eight and then Till it's hot and you got me bent On top of my thing, you win Came nine times, going for the tenth Think you could hang if you attempt With energy, when you enter me, hold on Goin' for a ride, hope you don't fold on Me, when we in the midst Of battlin' with my slip No babblin', close your lips Get close to it, nothing close to this Feelin' what I feel when I'm next to you I stretch for you, please stretch me too Night got me right as we take the flight Through the clouds of love, highest heights My thing's tighter than a Jew's pockets Think you used to it, go head, rock it Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Give me what I want tonight, make it last long Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong |
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from Mc Lyte - Seven & Seven (2003)
[Intro]
[Chorus] I can't make a mistake Missing the dancefloor shake I gotta get to the floor, I gotta get to the floor (2x) [MC Lyte] Romancing in the dark, I spark the light It's alright tonight, I gotta get the mic As I scope the crowd, I spot red eyes grippin' them Heinekens, they don't know where they been Baby got back see, rollin' like ten deep But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G I mean no harm, but that lucky charm You need to ditch it quick, get with the Brooklyn bomb I be, we be, bumpin' the spot G Wherever we be, we hit correctly It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Come here, let's rap a taste a little Floor's too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender vittle Cell phone, on roam, Syl Rhone, come home we double chrome But I can't make a mistake, hmmm Leave the dance floor now (uhn uhn, no no) I'm on to somethin', he bubblin' the sugar baby Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain't me baby When I step into my Mizrahi frame I change the game, it'll never look the same Obstruct it, abstract it, my tactic, fantastic It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Yeah...here he come, lookin' like he 21 Knowing damn well, he too could get done But he got a partner, and that ain't too hard to fix Once I slide up in the mix Juggin' it baby, from right to left Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what's left It's no mystery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin' I what you comin' home with me? I'm-gon'-get-some-satisfaction The way you comin' at me with the action You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet Whatever ? you got, you betta show it It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus] |
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from Mc Lyte - Seven & Seven (2003)
featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott
[Missy] Hahaha introducing MC Lyte [MC Lyte] I think I need a sound check Hit me with a sound check Yea now what about that dope stuff Alright now gimme an 8 0 (8 0 8 0 8 0) [Missy] Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Yo 1 2 Uh MC Lyte (yea) You don't know (yea) Ficky ficky oh you don't know [MC Lyte Verse One] On the regular they guessin' how the Lyte get down Nevermind that, nigga you better watch your mouth Keep snoopin' and you bound to hit a brick Get out the crack of my ass all up in my shiznit To you nosey Nikki's and you Peepin' Tom's So, you know I'm about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb 7 and 7 is 14 , 1 and 4 is 5 But none of that matters if your ass ain't alive You could care less about the records I se;; You just want to know I tried but I fell But even on your best day and on my worst I'll still be first, without the need to rehearse [Missy Elliott singing - CHORUS] Why you up in my business? Find somethin' better to do Why you talkin' about me? I ain't say shit 창??bout you Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say y'all better not fuck with me 'cause I'm had a bad day [MC Lyte - Verse Two] y'all must really think I'm the host of the freakshow Got me taggin' piranhas I don't even know Got me swimmin' in waters, gettin' caught in fishnet Got me hooked up wit' folks I ain't never even met Now y'all so busy tryin' to market this I guess yo stupid ass forgot who started this But I'm about to ransack you make your memory Come back to you, let all my true niggas jack you Talkin' bou the Lyte like you gettin' paid for it Better wish for your own and get out my business Besides I'm too quick and pigeons oughta know By the time you get the info, it was two years ago Aside from that I'm too swift to catch Don't pay to chase the joint, you can't light the match And everybody knows I'm too quick to flip the latch It ain't many that can even say they been attached [Repeat CHORUS] [Missy rapping - Verse Three] I heard a lotta y'all runnin' runnin' 창??round Ain't none of y'all this supa dupa fly Supa Dupa as I Fly, fly across the sky Cut you like pie Me and, me and MC Lyte 'cause you wack Straight from the jump, yea you wack Better get back I can't I can't fuck wit' that I ain't sayin' jack I'ma just smack you 창??cross your face so deep that you'll never talk back [Repeat CHORUS] [Missy talking - Verse Four] Why you up in my business Find something better to do Why you talkin' 창??bout me I ain't said shit about you (uh) Forgive me for my attitude But I got something to say y'all better not fuck with me 'cause I had a bad day Ficky-ficky check me out Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus) |
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from Mc Lyte - Seven & Seven (2003)
It`s All Yours
Our love is old school like Mary Jane`s Bostin big beans and candy cane`s Exchange you look on a number two train Run catch kiss sunshine or rain Jackson 5 good times with Jefferson`s Yeah Baby you know I liked it better when You lived closer but then you moved But that couldn`t stop our groove My magic man my Brooklyn boy I wonder I rub your shoulders and impress that you was under Late night rides out to sunrise Catch a flick or two and went back to bedside You in the bubble goose me in the sheep skin Cold as hell back then it wasn`t mattering Long as we`re hand in hand your my man I`m your girl Ready to conquer the world This is for all the years you`ve been My companion as well as my best friend So tonight Baby I`m giving you what you want It`s all yours Our love is like a Romeo and Juliette flick So surreal but yet picturesque There were problems I can admit But we handled it and still the candles lit So glad that we didn't just jet Cause now we reaping the benefits Who would have thought? The cute little boy from down the street Would fall in love with me It`s like a number one dream come true To have somebody you love love you And that`s all that matters Is that we grow together make sure we never shatter You`re the reason I live Because I want you to get all that I got to give Long as we`re hand in hand your my man I`m your girl Ready to conquer the world This is for all the years you`ve been My companion as well as my best friend So tonight Baby I`m giving you what you want It`s all yours Our love is mystical like galaxies you can`t touch Around the world and back again I love you that much Our love is destiny like Bonnie and Clyde We`ll die bolded side by side Throughout the day I remain truthful I keep it tight for you sexy and useful I told my mom when our days are through If you have to go first bury me next to you What I feel is unexplainable, `I love you` Just ain`t enough to say to you You`ve been there from the beginning to the end My companion as well as my best friend You got my heart now, here`s my life Yes I`m ready to be your wife From here one know that your the one Everything you want it has to be done This is for all the years you`ve been My companion as well as my best friend So tonight Baby I`m giving you what you want It`s all yours |
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from Mc Lyte - Seven & Seven (2003)
intro (Inaya)
Mmmm, mmmm Oh oh, oh oh Mmmm yeah, oh yeah Mmmm, oh oh chorus (Inaya Day) There's a party goin' on in my hotel room And you're invited, all you got to do is show up x2 (verse 1) Now we done left the venue 'coz the show was done Before we hit the hotel, make a quick run To get the Martel to add to the fun, meet me at suite room 151 BYOB, we about to kick it off Remember that party last year in the loft? This'll be better 'coz we bigger now Got mo' figures now, fit in mo' niggas now I got about 30 of the finest Ready to get flirty and down right do-dirty We got twister the dots mean a lot When you flip the dial end up with a face in your twot Stop yappin' at the DJ, that ain't right 'Coz tonight this here DJ, he gon' save my life... (woah, woah) (chorus) (verse 2) Now the people are comin', and the party is jumpin'... ... and T is on the beat box And after this song he'll rock the locks Hotel security ain't troublin' us none They partyin' with us, no badge and no gun Grown folks in the livin' room showin' out And they ain't leavin' till we kick 'em all out Strip poker, truth or dare I swear it's about to get sticky up in here Back back and forth and forth >From New York to L.A and back to New York Of course while I'm in town it's gotta be nice On the North-East corner they're flippin' the dice Now the bubbly's poppin' all over the suite Swig on this and kick up your feet Ain't no party like an MC Lyte party 'coz an MC Lyte party don't stop, pops And this here's better than when the ball drops (chorus) (verse 3) Now here's the E-low, Jackie and Mark Done hit the back room to jump start the sparks It's gettin' all hot, now they pumpin' Beenie Man Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man You know like I know, the party don't end till I say when Now the grub is runnin' out better get it while you can Pick is gettin' low better find you a man Slow jam hit and you sittin' all alone Ain't nobody gonna take you're borin' ass home It wouldn't be fair for me to not tell you I'm the hostess of the year, keep it in the clear Yo, the party's over here, nope, the party's right here Be careful not to wear and tear the derrier Now ain't that supmthin', humpin' and a bumpin' My motto is never let 'em see you comin' A party like this can't be compared That's why it only goes down once a year... ... and we in here, yeah yeah yeah.. (chorus) x2 (Inaya Day) There's a party goin' on in my hotel room You know you gotta do, what you gotta do What you gotta do, what you gotta do... Show up baby, show up baby... |
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from Will Smith - Willennium (1999)
Darkchild, Big Will, 2000
Bust out, shake it up now Come on, come on And shake it up now Who am I? You know, you know Big Will, ya ready? Come on When I was a lad I used to dream that (one day) I'd earned the cream that make the rocks gleam Phat rhymes to make it seem that I was like Bill Gates Writing lines, seal fates Power to change the whole set For exposure or forfeit And with the wicked sense on how to get the picket fence Envisioned a hot life, hot wife Wanted a crib, well a palace like South Fork on Dallas With lights simmer trees for the ambiance I been up and down and high and low Fly with dough, broke looking grimy yo My shiny glow definitely ain't cause of my Bentley It's something that my fam put in me Who am I? You ask The guy with the razzmatazz with ten duffel bags packed with pazazz In the past cut twice by the ladies of my life Boom stitched up by my wife Who am I? It's suffice to say found gold in my heart Put the ice away Nicer day, live foul homie it's a price to pay Even when it's rainy still I say it's nice to day Who am I? That brother with the platinum plaque With the strength to stand and say gangsta rap was whack The fact is that when that brother rap or act Hold position, front of the pack Who am I? *I be fully educated Not the one to play with And I find that some of y'all hate it But you wanna know baby Who am I? I be fully educated Not the one to play with And I find that some of y'all hate it But you wanna know baby Who am I? Baby if you really wanna know about me I'll tell you who I am I'll tell you I be not the one for games But if you're right with me I know I'll do the same *Repeat (L-Y-T-E) Who am I? You dare to ask The same female who hailed from Brooklyn and wailed on that ass I'm your worst nightmare, you're best wet dream Break the bank papi cause we're coming for the cream And while I'm in the world ain't none of y'all safe Hold face, sell a million and you still won't equate So who am I? It ain't hard to tell Like staying on track cause you thinking I fell See a lot know my face but a few know me well Just who I am is the one to make you gel Who am I? The chick that keeps spittin' Taking back all my snip that was bitten Rewritten dangerous laison With the shades on Making sure the track stays on Days on end I'll be that one true friend That will always be around when the world falls down I'm honest to the bone No question, suggestion You don't wanna know I give the truth, nothing less than I'm sweet with a heart to fit Smart as a whip You feed me well but I'm still hard to get I'm like a calculus problem you just can't solve Study me well if you wanna get involved And even after that I'm still unpredictable Now who am I? I'm unforgettable *Repeat (x2) |
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from Mc Lyte - Cold Rock A Party (1997)
Intro:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house |
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from Mc Lyte - Cold Rock A Party (1997)
Intro:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house |
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from Mc Lyte - Cold Rock A Party (1997)
Intro:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house |
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from Mc Lyte - Cold Rock A Party (1997)
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Have you ever, ever in long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the lyte (repeat) As I zoom with the z down the avenue Who it be, me less the crew Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo I'm makin moves, that's smoother than The cream or the sweat from a wet dream Drippin wit vaseline My mabeline left a ring on the scene I got mad peeps down with the tag team Listen you couldn't front it you want to Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to Looking at my tag it's about that time For you to get yours, for me to get mine I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter My placenta is on high overload, my complete context Can get so complex, I might explode On the scene, like a nuclear bomb While the children scream, I'll yellin ring the alarm Hook This is going out to all the ruffnecks And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track Yo brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at I be the stage wrecker, rhyme Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming Straight off elektra, the shit that be Kicking is off the wall crazy You can't see, what I can see cause you're Blind baby, born a slave die a slave Representing from the cradle to the grave Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3-d It's the lyte representing for the female species Letting em know that they can't even Hook What do we have here, an impostor Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em Rap my collapse, when they attack And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it Speak it like I see it It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it I take the form of the rain in a storm As I get warm, like the rays of the sun Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome You to the terrordome, the unknown zone A million miles away from home The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs Or the universe erupt I'ma be the one to lights this motherf**ker up Hook |
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from Mc Lyte - Cold Rock A Party (1997)
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To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house |
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from Mc Lyte - Cold Rock A Party (1997)
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Have you ever, ever in long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the lyte (repeat) As I zoom with the z down the avenue Who it be, me less the crew Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo I'm makin moves, that's smoother than The cream or the sweat from a wet dream Drippin wit vaseline My mabeline left a ring on the scene I got mad peeps down with the tag team Listen you couldn't front it you want to Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to Looking at my tag it's about that time For you to get yours, for me to get mine I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter My placenta is on high overload, my complete context Can get so complex, I might explode On the scene, like a nuclear bomb While the children scream, I'll yellin ring the alarm Hook This is going out to all the ruffnecks And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track Yo brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at I be the stage wrecker, rhyme Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming Straight off elektra, the shit that be Kicking is off the wall crazy You can't see, what I can see cause you're Blind baby, born a slave die a slave Representing from the cradle to the grave Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3-d It's the lyte representing for the female species Letting em know that they can't even Hook What do we have here, an impostor Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em Rap my collapse, when they attack And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it Speak it like I see it It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it I take the form of the rain in a storm As I get warm, like the rays of the sun Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome You to the terrordome, the unknown zone A million miles away from home The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs Or the universe erupt I'ma be the one to lights this motherf**ker up Hook |
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from Set It Off (셋 잇 오프) by Christopher Young [ost] (1996)
I've been waitin' much too long to get it on It's the same old song, now correct me if I'm wrong I got the hots, you got the lights steamin' like 100 watts Ready to blow a fuse, nigga you'se about to lose If you pass on this, I got the butta kiss So you can't resist Now I'mma get you, by all means necessary I'm never secondary, no need to worry I ain't gon' settle for no one I ain't gon' give you no reason to say no And if I give you a notion That only signals I'm ready for you to come on Baby, wait 'til 'morrow Don't leave Stay a while boy Hear me out I've been waiting for you To bring your lovin' on Come on, come on Come on Oh don't be shy boy, come on now We've talked about this for quite some time You know you want me, oh baby And I want you So boy don't front Say you will be my... Hot damn, now here he come again I wanna share my world and let the nigga in I'm made up of sugar and spice, and everything nice I got a lot of goodies for a woody with a hoody So how are you? You puttin' out the fire or what? Bring out the best in me, ain't you got no guts? All this time I've been anticipatin' Come on love, I'm through with the waitin' Come on (plug one, one, plug two) |
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from Mc Lyte - Bad As I Wanna B (1996)
Intro:
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house Chorus: Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Verse One: Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred, I'm a veteran which means that I've been in the game too long Since the days of Paper Thin way back when I've been putting it down ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of the M I C, I go for broke, Never giving it less than the best Lots of years in the game at your request, You like the rhyme Bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting in Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand just say you don't (nah!) and don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive. Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to LA Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to make the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why -- you KGB Why you gotta be all up on me like that, Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand -- I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up with Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere that I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, Don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done All on the catwalk, What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew, Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I Chorus (repeat) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house |
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from Mc Lyte - Bad As I Wanna B (1996)
Got a new gig, here you come again kid
fresh out the dog, done did your bid but you can't stay here no more Not in this crib Not with the foul way that you used to live I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month not giving a f**k about what I want Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe! The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed cause of your f**king death wish Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherf**ka like you just didn't care Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the f**k is up?" What's up? But you say, "F**k him" you could start your own ring and things Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing Now you got eight men working 7 days a week 2 be the runners, 5 on the street 1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar You got a new crib, new truck, new car trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot and they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile You down to 6 motherf**kas and 3 of them motherf**kas is nothing but suckas I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must be soft Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when they said "Crime don't pay" I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib not with the foul way that you choose to live Motherf**ka -- you know what/ Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it! Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more just take it, I don't know who the f**k you think you are Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you I don?t -- I'm thru with you motherf**ka Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache too much shit I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more |
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from Mc Lyte - Bad As I Wanna B (1996)
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Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Off the top see me and want to serve Just thinkin about what they need Ain't that some nerve, now look here 24 hours and 7 whole days, I demand my respect I demand my praise, everyday that I wake I gotta have everything done with no mistakes I take it incredibly slow don't try to rush me No means no, I never said a no that meant yes Other women get taken for granted I guess I got a wish list that must be fulfilled And you gets none until I get my toes sucked And my eyebrows pluked I need my car waxed and floor shellac I need my back rubbed and da bubbled in the tub That float to the bed so that we can make love Hook: Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday It ain't to ask for when I come off tour to have my truck washed Or my body massaged, all the bills paid I send home All my dough and you being my man it just ain't for show All the lovey dovey yeah that is sweet But honey bunny yeah gotta earn your keep But don't sleep cause I need a lot done And cold harded yeah check out whatever is clever And get to stepping if you know somthing better If not then respect whatcha got Meanwhile I got a new tide at the lot Pick it up and bring it back to the spot This is how we do it this is how we do it everyday I need it done in a special way baby, tell them how it goes Hook: Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday On the real I need an man that understands me and Realizes the reality. I'm in the m.c. industry which Means I want to live lovely I gotta make money Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got If it's too hot then raise up out my spot If it's my trade I made up the black ace of spade Alone in the world it's me ya can't fade It's my life, I do it my way You don't like my way, hit the highway See I'm special not because I'm mc lyte, but because I'm a women with the gift to bear life, it's done Yes I've rested my case now run pick up my dermalogica For my face this is how it goes down everyday I need it done in a special way baby Hook: Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday |
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from Mc Lyte - Bad As I Wanna B (1996)
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Have you ever, ever in long living life Seen a woman rock the mic Like the one called the lyte (repeat) As I zoom with the z down the avenue Who it be, me less the crew Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo I'm makin moves, that's smoother than The cream or the sweat from a wet dream Drippin wit vaseline My mabeline left a ring on the scene I got mad peeps down with the tag team Listen you couldn't front it you want to Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to Looking at my tag it's about that time For you to get yours, for me to get mine I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter My placenta is on high overload, my complete context Can get so complex, I might explode On the scene, like a nuclear bomb While the children scream, I'll yellin ring the alarm Hook This is going out to all the ruffnecks And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track Yo brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at I be the stage wrecker, rhyme Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming Straight off elektra, the shit that be Kicking is off the wall crazy You can't see, what I can see cause you're Blind baby, born a slave die a slave Representing from the cradle to the grave Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3-d It's the lyte representing for the female species Letting em know that they can't even Hook What do we have here, an impostor Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em Rap my collapse, when they attack And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it Speak it like I see it It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it I take the form of the rain in a storm As I get warm, like the rays of the sun Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome You to the terrordome, the unknown zone A million miles away from home The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs Or the universe erupt I'ma be the one to lights this motherf**ker up Hook |
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from Mc Lyte - Bad As I Wanna B (1996)
Yeah! Uh! Uh yeah! Wooh!
Smooth, better than I've ever seen him As I flip the Vibe Book He's on the front page Never Looking his age He's all that and I'm all in So let the games begin Now I'ma give ya something So you could get in to it I got the side view so I could watch it You've been on my mind But your're so hard to find Hollywood's got a hold on That behind I ain't ashamed to play the game Listen here I won't say no names Put your ass out Make your woman put your ass out If you Knew that I was talking to you You would pass out cause I gave you bo type of indication and If I did I was probably on the some medication I got the hots for you Daddy and I just begun Lets do this- one on one Chorus: One (8X) I wanna play that game One (8X) Just you and me baby one on one Half way acroos the world I seen you at my show wit your girl Back in italy but you Are still into me Causeif you are- I'm here to let ya know You don't have to be a superstar For me and you to go far Now I ain't never lied You got the body of an angel Bango, bango Watch the bojangle from every angle I'm clocking you honey We could sign a prenup I got my own money I just wanna get to know you A little better in the lyte After dark on the DL whatever I wanna feel your muscle flex off your backbone I got the jones and I can't leave you alone I wanna rub your deltoid down to your bi-cep Better late than never And I'm sorry I slept but now I'm Well awake and I'm ready for the fun Let's do this- one on one Chorus Damn- the only brother make me look twice Believe that baby I wanna sacrifice I'm on it- you couldn't shake me off If you tried No sleeping on the job and I'm wide-eyed I like the video you got out The song is butter Try to keep a clean head and my mind Out the gutter But it's hard- you bring out the best and the worst If you way back when I Would've let you hit it first Love, its like water on the brain Only you can tame this run away train Last time I seen ya- geam in your eye You was looking fly with your girl By your side Shit, I ain't trying take her place I just wanna have your face All up in my space I got the hots for ya and I just begun You and me baby- one on one Chorus Ha! Yeah! Just you baby and me One on one |
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from Mc Lyte - Bad As I Wanna B (1996)
Libra, Cancer Gemini, Pisces, what's your zodiac sign.
Aries Aquarius, Taurus, Sagitarius, Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, when were you born, What's your sign. One zero the month of the year, I'm not a hero but I come when in despair. I float like the wind, the mighty air sign, When I use my mind its not hard to find Those who would not like to see me fly Rather step on my wings and watch me die. But that can never be I use my skills, Postitive, negative energy male and female Emotions within me Leo, Aquarius compatibility, Also Gemini but I got four eyes for one set of twins I look deep within. Often distracted by pretty little things Like the wings of an angel or the song they may sing. Argumentative but I hate confrontation. Ruled by Venus and starked with hesitation, Procrastincator, never an instigator. You wanna riff homie I'll see you later. Sapphire, My type of jewel, I turn on one who thinls he knows me too well. Like the water barrier with the million dollar smile, Flowing like the Nile or the waters from the Panama canal. Pisces a fabulous catch They remain detached Yet to find a match. Don't lose your breath waiting to exhale, I shall prevail, Weighing souls on the scale, Follow me as we take this trip through astrology. The galaxy from Pluto to Mercury. What ya gonna do when the planets line up, Your time is up and your city blows up. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear none I'm at one with the sun till I'm done. Astrologically speaking on the track Dropping solar facts about the zodiac. The sun and the mooon and the stars, Make up the universe Earth is not far from the planet Mars. Virgo the virgin running from the twins, Stung by the Scorpio running through the Lions den. Ram with legs of a crab, With the half man half horse waiting in the past, Of course if you check the math its all symbolical. Horoscopes are purely logic. Libra, Cancer Gemini, Pisces, what's your zodiac sign. Aries Aquarius, Taurus, Sagitarius, Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, when were you born, What's your sign. |
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from Mc Lyte - Ain't No Other( Explicit Lyrics ) (1993)
Ain't no other, this is me and this is it
Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit I don't know why though, they try to compare me Did not you know that you can't get NEAR me So don't fuck up when identifying the voice You know from A to Z, I'm a first choice The Y to the T, surrounded by the L and the E Put it together and you got Lyte the MC Deep, deep, deeper than the vein Of the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleep I got octaves, not to sing but to rap so Give me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all that The shit that I write huh, surely chart climbers Don't try to run, because your mom'll come and find ya Getcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotcha Break ya break ya punk and fuck that ass in two's It's like that anna, it's like that anna I'm not the funny fat one they call Roseanne-ah |
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from Mc Lyte - Ain't No Other( Explicit Lyrics ) (1993)
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)
[ VERSE 1 ] I got the intro along with the cash flow Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos Yeah, I'm hard, I get sexy like Veronica I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender Ask him who's been in, shit is like tender If he didn't like it, then return to sender He didn't do that, it's too fat, he remembers Never ever have I ever said I was good lookin Just one bad-ass bitch from Brooklyn Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks Makin niggas drop whenever we hit the block They hear 'Brooklyn', and we up to no good Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood Timbos scuffed up, sess bein puffed up Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 2 ] I got the rhythm that'll rip up shows Blow down foes, they kill at will to get a taste of my flow Vocally I rock locally and worldwide Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried Cause when you come from where I come from You gotta be tough Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin tricks I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J For givin up the props to the girls around the way It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam in the park If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc Cause we get down when it comes to a jam Just watch your backpocket, keep a eye on the man If your town is like my town, you don't wanna mess around Wind up gettin bagged up, beat down Peace to my people in (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) (You know the place) [ VERSE 3 ] Everyhwere that I step they know my rep Cause I'm sayin and doin ill shit they won't forget Breakin down doors, although I never break laws Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour Comin hard for your section, slow up Live in the flesh and about to blow up So yo, come down, and then get the f**k up Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you're booked You gotta be hard, cause I ain't with softies Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this So come with your game, cause you can't be lame As soon as you walk, I'm forgettin your name As long as you know all that enter are equal Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people (Yeah) Peace to my people Peace to my people on the east coast Peace to my people on the west Peace to the people up north Peace to the people down south Peace to the people in Brooklyn Peace to the people in the Bronx Peace to my people in Compton Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in Detroit Peace to my people in Houston Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Boston Peace to my people in Jersey Peace to my people in Georgia Peace to my people in Philly Peace to my people in Richmond Peace to my people in Cali Peace to my people in Queens Peace to my people goin uptown Peace to my people in the islands Peace to my people on the beach Peace to my people in Miami Peace to my people I send peace to my people (You know the place) (Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...) |
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from Mc Lyte - Ain't No Other( Explicit Lyrics ) (1993)
Step 1 to the 2 (4x)
Yeah Rrrah [ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ] I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop In and out the boon docks I got the street smarts I'm on the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up I'm on the type of... that makes a... wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the L to the E, and you hear me in the projects And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it So you think you can get with me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me? (It's the L to the e) Why don't you step to me? [ VERSE 2: Lin Que ] I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop Pad locks, nine glocks, still I got the street smarts Yeah, I'm on the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them Cause I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the L to the Q, yo, I think you better dog that And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it And you think you can get with me? (Yo, it's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me (It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me [ VERSE 3: Kink E-Z ] I'm a big shot, I'm a hot shot, give me one shot, I wreck shop So you wanna hang with dreadlocks? Yes, I got the street smarts Ugh, through the air like Jordan You'll never die of boredom You'll only hear my floor them Cause I'm on them, and in there, so prepare to give it up I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up So what's up with the logics? It's the Kink E-Z, and you see me in the projects And I didn't even get hard yet, so dodge it Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it So you think you wanna f**k with me? (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me (It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me Duke Da Moon Hard Copy Hard Copy Hard Copy It's a Hard Copy |
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from Mc Lyte - Ain't No Other( Explicit Lyrics ) (1993)
(chorus)(x3)
Gotta what yo Gotta get a ruffneck (verse one) I need a ruffneck I need a dude with attitude Who only needs his fingers with his food Karl Kani saggin' timbos draggin' Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin' Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night But he's a ruffneck so that's alright Triple o baldie under the hood Makin' noise with the boys up to no good C-low on the down low cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth Startin' beef is how he spells relief Actin' like he don't care When all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he'll be there Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics Ruffneck attitude,the ruffneck bastard (chorus) (x6) (verse two) I need a ruffneck I need a man that's quick and swift To put out the spliff and get stiff Boxer shorts and everything is fitting large But he don't gotta be large to be in charge Pumpin' in and out and out and in and here we go He knows exactly how I want my flow and that's slow Never questioning can he get buck wild He's got smack it,lick it,swallow it up style Drinkin' a beer ,sittin' his chair Hands in his pants fiddlin' with his dick hairs He's a rudeboy,a raggamuf Ready to bag another brother that he ranks ruff enough 'Cause if it ain't ruff it ain't right And if he ain't ruff,well then he's all wrong for the Lyte I love my ruffneck and ain't nothing going down Or going up if my ruffneck ain't in town (chorus) (x6) (verse three) I need a ruffneck I need a man that don't stitch like a bitch She'd tears or switch Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet But never meetin' the end 'cause he knows the street Eat sleep shit fuck,eat sleep shit Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here Hit'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there On the avenue girls are passin' thru Too much of ruffneck so they ain't havin' you Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock and braggin' about his tec That's the rep he'll pull the plug on the tour Pissin' in corners Doing 80 by funeral mourners Showing little respect Now that's a ruffneck (chorus) (x18) |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
im the dopest female.. "im the dopest female that youve heard thus far.." [mc lyte] Im too old? whats with that crap? Come on now brother, age is just a number Anyway what matters is your state of mind And if you give me some time Ill make your heart all mine I dont like pushin and I dont like rushin But most of all I dont like fussin So come on now sweetie why dont ya stop frontin Besides older folks come equipped for good lovin Are you really serious? age really matters? I thought telling you this, you would be flattered Well I guess I was wrong cause you still aint widdit .. oh well, forget it, nope nope But dont you dare touch me, you said you wasnt widdit You waited too long now, lyte is not havin it I coulda showed you things, taught you how to explore My question is, what are you too young for? I coulda shown you things that you never seen before Took you all around on my wild world tour But youre too young, too young to have fun .. oh well, Im done "im the dopest female.." "im the dopest female that youve heard thus far.." .. "im the dopest female that youve heard thus far.." [mc lyte] It may sound nasty and it may sound mean But Im into little boys that are about seventeen I dont know why, but they put up a fight And hot damn that excites the mc lyte Cause yo I love a young buck, that give a firm {fuck} But once in a while, they become lovestruck But thats okay though, cause I can handle them I love young boys on the brink, of being young men I mold em, shape em, make em then I break em in They get the job done, I make em get the job done Well, swell, make em kiss and tell All of their friends around the neighborhood That lyte is good, soul fo |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
I play practical jokes, just to get a laugh (ha hah) I put roaches in my neighbor's bubblebath But anyway one day she called upon me She said, |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." *
[MC Lyte] Moonroof open, in the B.M. Windows tinted, they can't see in.. .. they know it's me though MC Lyte, she's bigger than bolo Gusto, gusto, I got so much so you could have some, you just got to lay low Do as I say so and don't try to fess Do whatcha wanna just clean up the mess I'm here, ARRRRRRUFF, kick it in the rear Rhymes and rhymes and rhymes I gots to spare Act like you know The things that I do just ain't for show This is my living, so I am giving everything I got if not a lot more For the people, for the buyers For all of those that seem to want to try a MC Lyte tape in your Benzi box What can I say? Hey, thanks a lot Cause I'll flip and trip and do ALL that good shit That's why the brothers, they can't get off my tip They know whose show this is Who's show is this? * DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X * |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
There's a song.. that I sing.. whenever I'm sad.. feelin bad
[MC Lyte] It was a date, a simple little fuckin date or so I thought, wasn't that my great mistake He picked me up at eight, from my crib We went to dinner and he ordered babyback ribs What a waste, a waste of the mind and body And then he said, "Lyte, would you like to go and party?" I thought about it, and then I said, "NO! Pay for my food motherfucker and let's go!" He said, "My, aren't we agressive.." Damn right, and I'm also perceptive I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin town You wanna slap it, flip it, and rub it down You want some booty but you're gettin none this way You better ask Suzy Sally or that girl Fay You gets NONE, you hear me you cheesy rat? Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus: MC Lyte I'm all that, yes I'm all that You ask how? I'm all that now I'm all of that, yes I'm all that And rollin through your hood with a BASEBALL bat [MC Lyte] First I head out, into the red-eyed Turn the AC, so it feels cool inside Step in the jam, baring good news Although for some folks, I bring the blues Always solo, no relyin on a posse I see what you see, do you see what I see? I see suckers, many pucker-uppers ASS-kissers, as well as buttlickers Many many that will do me good and plenty Don't know me from Adam, but wanna get with me Claimin they will do or have done or have did me Talkin that yang, your ass'll get SLAPPED Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus [MC Lyte] That!! That!! [answering machine] Aiyyo Milk, aiyyo Milk, this is Teddy B Yo I just checked out Lyte's new cut (That!! That!!) and yo it's ALL THAT, ALL THAT Yo I get with you, peace! [MC Lyte] Back, way back when, shit wasn't funny I'm talkin L-Q days, your gold and your money If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin Cause they can sense a sucker as SOON as they saw ya And oh well, how I felt sorry for the razor in my pocket, for my protection Blackjack in my bag for a little selection You got beef? BITCH, chose your weapon I sliced and diced, and then I kept steppin For me to go for that woulda just been wack because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that Chorus [answering machine] (That!! That!!) Yo yo, yo Lyte, you there? (That!! That!!) Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax Yo and DON'T make that shit soft alright? Yo PUMP IT UP Alright when you get in just give me a buzz |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Yo who is it?
Yo lyte it's epic, you got time to chill? Nah umm, sorry I ain't got no time to chill But I got umm.. Skins, skins, every now and then I meet a peter with a pecker that tries to be in Because my tongue is the mind of a readywriter Like chuck d said, I'm a rhyme fighter No there is no other, because I'm smooth like butter Or should I say parkay, butter - parkay Butter - parkay, f**k it anyway Yo, you get the rhythm (what the rhythm? ) that I'm promotin And if not, I say it in slow motion L.... y.... yeah.... t.... e.... Uhh! ("there it is") |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
I, am, back on the scene I'm takin it to the extremes New blend, I've been schemin Raw type stuff I know you've been fiendin Waitin for, such a long time for MC Lyte to drop another dope rhyme Well I deliver as quick as you call my name I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame So now, I prove to you That I can shake you groove you and move you too I am, too much to bear to touch and then share Once you've had one taste one touch one bite All you want is M-C Lyte! And I deliver as quick as you call my name I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame Chorus: We've got to try to move beyond I'm comin We've got to try to break on through To the extreme We've got to try to move beyond Beyond the hype We've got to try to break on through! Can't, you, see, I'm beyond the hype And all that type of jazz and pizazz I'm, into, reality Forget the fantasy, this is me Beyond the hype, so don't believe what you read, cause they'll deceive So now I come to you telling no lies, the truth is in my eyes Unlike the broadcasters on the news who try to tell you, the donts and the do's The media blows things out of proportion The public's eye, proceed with caution It's a dog eat dog world but we'll be alright All we gots to do is stick together and move beyond the hype Chorus 2X (w variations) You, must, trust when I say I'm here to stay and believe I'll never leave Haste, makes, waste The track is all that, so pick up the pace Forget the rumors, gossip, shit-talk Besides that's old news, and that can walk I'm beyond that, you are also Release the negative vi |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Ahhh yeah Brooklyn's in the house, so come on now Brooklyn's in the house Yo, staten island is in the house Staten island is in the house And let me hear you say queens is in the house Come on now, queens is in the house Long island is in the house, say what? Long island is in the house, yeah The bronx, is in the house, uhh The bronx is in the house let me hear you say Uptown's in the house one time Uptown's in the house Well they're falling falling but i can catch them I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them Bring them back into the real rap attack Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack 45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh) Tell the silly mothers that we don't give a.. I'm not a psychic, but you can tell your sidekick In ninety-one, lyte is kickin some fly.. Take it from me, or could you really take it? And if you got away with it, would you really make it In the world of hip-hop, frontin like you're me? C'mon now hobbes, that i could never see So just step aside, and feel it tonight Cause comin to a store near you is mc lyte {45 king scratches "who's that bad?"} I'm bigger than bolo, see i go solo Broader than broad, see how i soared The big bad sister from around your way I'm not tall but i'm small don't matter what i weigh I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mind I get hip with the hop i'm the tip from the top I go all out, you never see me fall out Although you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout {"no!!"} Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one Funky lyrics synced with mc lyte cause i be droppin it The name the lyte because my skin i'm blacker than black Comin right |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Outside of me you try to picture me Young and black that ain't no mystery But inside runs deep like an ocean You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow motion I'm tryin like hell to get some results But you can bet your ass that it's difficult They try to keep it down because I talk to a beat in other words because I try to TEACH But if I talk that yang yang shit like |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
He knows he's leaving, not much time left Holding on to his very last breath I saw him last week, nervous and uptight Losing sleep, stays up all night Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed to push in the bush but took his time to get to know the girl he slapped skins with shared needles with Wish he could go back, change the direction But now he's got the infection I spoke to him, gave him inspired words I'm sure he's heard live by the sword, die by the sword What's left, pray to the oh Lord You can deny but the truth will unfold because the eyes are the soul |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Is it a crime - because it's my time to bust a rhyme A dope line to make the crowd behind me climb and then twine to a tune that Milk produced to make the party people get loose on the dancefloor, so don't try to hide Cause I designed the rhyme that make your back-bone slide to the music, cause it's uplifting Some may try, but they can't get with this But it's nothing for y'all to compete with It's just some smooth shit that's legit to make you get up when you're at a party and move.. your.. sexy.. body Up, down, side to side, around Come one, come all, come see what we found A way for y'all to work out y'all frustrations and groove with the band.. K-Rock's the Man Now hurry hurry, step right up to my sideshow, and watch how my rhymes flow I let my galant talent illuminate So give three cheers for, K-Rock the Great Don't debate, the votes are castin This is one race that I could never come last in Boy you know that the K don't play You can't step to me, don't sleep on a DJ K-Rock, because blockheads I knock and rock the sock into a state of shock That's how it's supposed to be and that goes for those who step close to me So when you see me, show respect Cause I met get upset and cold strip and snap the necks of all of those who don't understand that K-Rock.. K-Rock's the Man |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Outside of me, you try to picture me Young and black, that ain't no mystery But inside runs deep like an ocean You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow motion I'm tryin like hell to get some results But you can bet your ass that it's difficult They try to keep it down, because I talk to a beat in other words, because I try to TEACH But if I talk that yang-yang shit like |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Fifteen years old, thought I was in love I was never told, sex is like drugs Too much'll drive you crazy in fact the brother was so good, had me comin back Took my virginity, like he took my heart I had to find the Lyte, he left me in the dark All alone, no one to be with And the brothers they ask me why I riff I got hard, grew a shell upon my back I had to get a grip, to keep my life intact I had to let em know, Lyte is not fragile Cause if they think this, brothers can get - foul They'll use, bruise and abuse Dump your ass and be sure to choose the next fresh fish that steps into the place If they desire, they forgot your face Lovin them and leavin them, that was their reasonin Thinkin he was pleasin you, when he was just TEASIN you Summer was over, back in school He said come over, that would be cool I said OK, it's been a year now Some even asked why, some even asked how could you wait that long, for me to be with it Some said yo Hobbes, you're never gonna get it But then the time came, you and I both came Things would soon change, never would they be the same Before this afternoon, took place I was in love, I walked around in space I'd rush home from school just to speak to you Talk for an hour, maybe even two We'd just laugh though, nothing serious I guess back then, you were just curious to see what I was like, just to touch my flesh I could be wrong though, that's my first guess .. You was in your house, I was in mine As long as we were chattin on the line, it was fine All alone, yet talkin on the phone If you got bored you felt your bone and as bad as I am, I talked you through every stroke Lyte ain't no joke! You've been |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Ain't no other, this is me and this is it Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit I don't know why though, they try to compare me Did not you know that you can't get NEAR me So don't fuck up when identifying the voice You know from A to Z, I'm a first choice The Y to the T, surrounded by the L and the E Put it together and you got Lyte the MC Deep, deep, deeper than the vein of the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleep I got octaves, not to sing but to rap so give me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all that The shit that I write huh, surely chart climbers Don't try to run, because your mom'll come and find ya Getcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotcha Break ya break ya punk and fuck that ass in two's It's like that anna, it's like that anna I'm not the funny fat one they call Roseanne-ah |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Lola hopped into a cab, she went to work
As she walked into the club, the fellas went bezerk They screamed her name out -- Lola, Lola Yeah, she was the star of the Copa She smiled and danced til morning Lola took uppers, to stop her from yawning For the finale, she got an applause Lola was gracious, she didn't do tours She felt appreciated, just like a star But for the meanwhile, she got a drink from the bar Lola had no kids and lost her mother Her lover used drugs and left her for another But little did she know that she would make love tonight She'd do it willingly without puttin up a fight |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
[lyte] ready?
[guy] no. [lyte] oh! [lyte] *whistling scrappy doo* puppy, power! [lyte] *beatboxing like a pro* [guy] okay, hello! [lyte] watch your drin.. what? watch your drink! No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late? Hit it! I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana Sippin on some vodka in a glass with tropicana I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job Men in bikinis, g-strings should I say Waitin for the daddy-long-one to come my way Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get He offers me his hand, of course you know I take it Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky What I didn't know was somebody slipped a mickey Into my drink, which caused a fantasy And somehow slapped me back into reality! Wish I had another mickey I'd go back for a quickie Find the daddy-long-one that was surely tryin to get me This just goes to show, you must stop and think When you're out partyin, never leave your drink.. Word! |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
I met him in a club hangin out one night
He said, "Hello I'm George.. hi Lyte! How's everything goin, huh, how ya doin? Hope everything's fine, ooh, and umm can I call you sometime? Can I get the digits? And the address, so I can come visit?" I gave him the digits, that wasn't a problem Cause if he caused any, I would have to solve them cause George looked good, MMM damn good! And if I didn't, some other girl would In my mind, I hope for the best Convincing myself that this was not a test Cause I heard many things about Georgie Nothing kinky, like no orgies I heard he knows how to make love like an angel from the heaven above Who was I kidding I'd give him a try Cause Lyte needs love too and that ain't no lie Keep your ears open, hope that you listenin Cause I'm about to take you on a George Porgie mission "Can it be I've stayed away too long" (2X) I gave him the number, I saw it in his eyes "She gave me the number? Hmmm I'm surprised" Good conversation, over the phone He began to come for me whenever I was alone George was sweet, so nice and so neat With any other guy he didn't have to compete George was mature, he made sure that he was the only one I'd ever adore Girls, have you, ever had a friend that you'd get with, every now and then? I know for a fact George had a lot of girls spread out from state from state around the world As long as he was smart and kept his girls in check Made sure I never saw them and showed me respect He didn't have to be loyal, like men should be I don't care about the other girls, just be good to me! But if I ever saw one, that would be the end He couldn't kick the storyline that she was just a friend The girls I didn't care, fine legs don't lie See cause Georgie was into making your girls cry "Kissed the girls and made them cry" (4X) "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Kissed the girls and made them cry" "Can it be I've stayed away too long" "Kissed the girls and..." George was clean, no drugs and such But once in a while, he'd drink too much Hangin in a club where they play rockers Him and his friend, drinkin vodka I was lookin for him, and I found him there With his clothes messed up and his (fucked) up hair I told him he was messin up he wouldn't go far He got mad and asked his friend for the keys to the car I said, "Don't drive, use your head Drive while you're drunk and you'll kill yourself dead" We begin to argue, bad words were said Then he got kicked out by some longhaired dread Ran into the car as if, in a hurry He started the car but his vision was blurry He didn't care, he drove off into the night Riding for miles, without his headlights Georgie Porgie had too much on his mind He was still young yet running out of time Last week he took tests as the doctor told him George had cancer in his lungs and his colon See when he was young, he started smokin Paid no attention when he started chokin Thoughts flashed through his head, there they stuck Till Georgie Porgie, crashed into a truck I wished I woulda told him how I liked him so much How he made me feel with the slightest touch Now he's gone and I can't tell him nothin Wish he was here so I could say somethin The story is not to say that I'm in sorrow Just to say no one is promise tomorrow If you love someone you should say it often You never know when they'll be layin in a coffin Wake up, it's important that you know that No one on Earth is promised tomorrow.. Believe that! And don't think that it can't happen to you "Kissed the girls and made them cry" (2X) "Can it be I've stayed away too long" (4X) "Kissed the girls and made them cry" (2X) |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
One by one they fall in the darkness I'm glad, that I could take part in this And I'm hoping, that you just might get together and Search 4 the Lyte Finding the Lyte means happiness It's the best and nothing less So I'm waiting, at the end of a tunnel where happiness comes in bundles But it takes time, to get to the Lyte to get in the Lyte, to be with the Lyte And I'm hoping, that you just might get together and Search 4 the Lyte How you get there is this question Honesty is my suggestion But first you must be awakened If you say you are, you're faking One who has seen the Lyte doesn't have to proof that they've been moved They just let it be, let it rest For that is the mental test Within this, there's so much happiness Sort of like lasting moments of bliss Everyone wants to be so happy Let me explain my theory: Some type of grief you MUST experience in order to appreciate happiness Cause if you are always satisfied life will just pass by, you would've never tried to get to the Lyte, to get in the Lyte to be with the Lyte, to go see the Lyte And I'm hoping, that you just might get together and Search 4 the Lyte If you are not ready the Lyte can be BLIND-ING and not worth finding So for this you must prepare: stay awake, wake up, stay aware! There are SO, many distractions Those that see the Lyte, just a fraction Those that don't, remain blinded The Lyte is there, they can't find it One by one they fall in the darkness And it's sad, to take part in this But I'm hoping, that you just might get together and S |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
Now you called my house and you said come over Your mother and your father are gone, and you're alone With rover the dog, but now you're frontin You said if i come you'd give me somethin So don't start playin around cause i'm serious What did you call me for cause i'm curious Or did you call me just to look in my face Now i know i didn't come just to take up space The night is right, and the stars are bright So c'mon now brother just treat me right And just take it off, i mean everything Hurry up pretty boy so that we can swing I don't smoke and i don't get high But if i say i don't love well that would be a lie Because i do every chance i get But if i don't i won't fall i won't fret I'm no fool i got plenty of sense So i just be cool, and have patience Make up your mind, please let me know And when you give me the green that's when i'll go So please pretty boy don't hesitate And entice me nice and cooperate You tried the rest and i tried the best And when the time comes boy no regrets And just take it off Now take off your hat, untie your shoelace And after you finish, i want you to face me Now baby, don't get scared Cause i'm not like the other girls so don't compare me Tender lovin care is all i give And if possible boy, well i would like to live with you And if i do it ain't everybody's business It seems to me ya just how you got into this Take it off, cause i'm ready to rock Like maxwell baby, until the last drop Cruisin down the street in my sl When i seen this dude who was built very well Face was handsome, body was fine How did i know, i was cruisin behind him Looked at the c |
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from Mc Lyte - Act Like You Know (1991)
When in Love (3X) When in love you might cuss and fuss and fight But at the end of the night, everything is alright Drips of tears turn into drops of sweat It'll only get as wet as I let it baby I love hard, I've done some effed up things from kicking them in the nuts, to throwin away his ring So if you love me, love me and stay with me But you can walk if your plan is to play me I'm not embarassed, nor am I ashamed To say once in the past, I've been gamed But that was then, and this is now And there's no way damn it, there's no how Although you gotta go through the good and the bad Pray to the one up above it's not a fad You'll do some crazy things when in love Those in love know what I'm speakin of When in Lo-o-o-ve (x2) When in love you do things that are strange Look back and say, "I must have been deranged!" I'm talkin like pickin your lover's nose cooking his food and washing his clothes And if you thought that was goin too far What about givin him the keys to your car? You could be partyin and havin a ball but you stop and check your messages to see if he called How about sittin in the house all night waitin for the phone to ring that ain't right! But you do it anyway cause you love him to death And if he was dyin, you'd give your last breath You gotta go through the good and the bad Pray to the one up above it's not a fad You'll do some crazy things when in love Those in love know what I'm speakin of When in Lo-o-o-ve (2X) When in love you go out your way to please him Wait outside his job, hope that you see him And guys buy girls some serious things like two-seater cars and diamond rings I know what happens, she got you strung Guess it doesn't matter long as you're having fun Love'll make you do some crazy things Meet a married man and then have a fling Like Babyface said, "Love makes things happen" It's most important, to hear what I'm rappin Someone in love better take your time Cause love sometimes make one commit crimes Although you gotta go through the good and the bad Pray to the one up above it's not a fad You'll do some crazy things when in love Those in love know what I'm speakin of When in Lo-o-o-ve (6X) |
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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
[ female voice ] I just want you to understand
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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
(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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
[ 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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
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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from Mc Lyte - Eyes On This (1989)
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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from Mc Lyte - Lyte As A Rock (1988)
This is Lyte, and I'm just here to say That I choose to express my feelings this way Always alone, either with a microphone Or just plainly emphasize the tone Of my voice, cause yo, I know I'm your choice So when I am speaking, show your gratitude While I am teaching, I have no attitude I'm just here to get the job totally done 85% work, 15% fun Sometimes I admit, I get so excited Rhyme for rhyme, I just can't fight it Can't stop the flow, it's just too persistant |
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