Eyes On This

[ female voice ] i just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
[ male voice] - understand what?

[ verse 1 ]
I met a guy named tommy, damn, he charmed me
Met him at the mall, but i knew he wouldn't harm me
We exchanged numbers, hopin to meet again
We couldn't wait for the romance to begin
The relationship grew strong
I didn't wanna be right if this love was wrong
But oh no, came the problems, the first segment
The dumb kid went and got some girl pregnant
The second segment: started wheelin and dealin
Didn't give a damn about how lyte was feelin
But then he got wise, started treatin me better
Cause all of his friends said i was a go-getter
He knew he was usin me, and abusin me
He also knew that soon he'd be losin me
First i clocked him, yeah, i docked him
But i rocked him - and then i dropped him

[ verse 2 ]
Then there was dave, couldn't behave
So i punished him and put him in my lyte-as-a-rock cave
Then he got bold, tried to play insane
So bigfoot threw him off my paperthin train
He tried to 10%-dis me, but he pissed me off
Cause i'm the boss, and you know i'm not havin it
Lyte is too dope, and you know i ain't crabbin it
Then there was henry, way too friendly
I needed a trip, he said he would send me
Pay my airfare, if he could come with me
I said, "listen, honey, i don't need your money
Believe me when i tell you, i've got my own
Cause i'm mc lyte on the microphone"
Yeah

[ verse 3 ]
Here's another story: a dude named corey
When i used to work, yes, i was a clerk
At the worldtrade center, back in high school
This little player musta thought i was a fool
He took me out to lunch, offered me a ride home
When we got there, he asked could he use my telephone
I said, "yeah, sure", flipped him to the floor
Cause he said "what's up?" and tried to feel my butt
I kicked him down the stairs and said, "what you're provin?"
Rolled him to his car and said, "get movin!"
He tried to score it, i wasn't goin for it
You can't play me, i'm lyte thee mc
Never saw his face again until last week
All beat up and bleedin down the street
I looked to my left, there was a girl with a pipe in her hand
Sayin, "why oh why can't you understand?"

[kick this one here for me and my dj]

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]

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, "shut the fuck up!"
And i did, pronto, quick fast
How much longer would the torture last?
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
It was a drug sale, i could feel from behind
Death, it was gettin closer, right behind my back
Ready to attack
I got shot in a shoot-out, and then i died
I could feel it, i was on the other side
In between lives, i'm so confused
What do i do, oh, what do i do?
But was it really time for me to go?
Why, oh why did i need cappucino?
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why did i need cappucino?
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why did i need cappucino?

Why, oh why did i need cappucino?
But then i calmed down, i spotted some friends
That i knew in a past life, way back when
A couple had died in a drug world
And this one guy died fightin over his girl
Another died drivin while intoxicated
Why do people make livin so complicated?
But then i saw a girl, her name was mary
Introduced to drugs by her boyfriend harry
He sold crack to the kids on the uptown corners
A social worker named hannah smith tried to warn her
But she wouldn't listen, no one listens
I saw the light, i awakened, it was a dream
Man oh man, you shoulda heard me scream
So glad to be given - my life back
So good to be livin - or is dead better?
I didn't have to run from the bullets or drugs
And i didn't have to run from the murderers or thugs
I didn't have to worry about fallin from a plane
But at this caf?was death still callin my name?
Or did this caf?even exist?
And was my name just another on the death list?
I knew it couldn't happen, even though
On the bottom of my shirt was a spot of cappucino...

Cappucino
Cappucino

Bust it, to some of you that really don't know
I break it down to you, the word 'cappucino'
It's somewhat like coffee, then again not quite
It's creamy and smooth, and it goes down light
They charge you 3 dollars, you ask is it worth it?
But when you start drinkin... shit, it'd be workin
I'm hooked, well, i was, cause, yo, it's the best
But if everytime i drink i voyage through death
I leave it alone and just stick to tea
Cappucino was fly, but too fly for me

Why, oh why did i need cappucino?
Cappucino
Why, oh why did i need cappucino?
Cappucino
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why did i need cappucino?
Cappucino
Cappucino
Cappucino
Cappucino
It was a caf?on the westside
It was a caf?on the west...
It was a caf?on the westside
It was a caf?on the west...
Cappucino

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 a/k/a 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 ]
Bein that i'm dissin, i was reminiscin
You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission
(yo, what you tellin me, lyte?) she was ass-kissin
No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk
(cool, lyte, i think her feelings are hurt)
Alright, i'll chill and i'll come to my senses
But next time you diss, think of the consequences
Yo, i am no joke, i'm sharp like barbwire
Try to touch me, yo, you're bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool, but if i do, yo, you're lost
I be forced to show and prove exactly who's the boss
Who gets the income - and then some
I don't diss you for the money, i diss you for the fun
Don't get mad, it's just a talent i was given
What i'm sayin, i'm a slave to the rhythm

[ verse 3 ]
It took a whole album for you to try and diss me
And ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still missed me
But yo, i'm off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creation
I'm into other things that bring me commodation
So i rap about funny things, or issues that are serious
Sometimes i rap a topic that leave my people curious
And other times i diss to put one in their place
If i diss you on wax, then i will diss you to your face
Some say i'm foul, and they don't like the way i'm livin
But yo, ask me if i care...
I'm just a slave, i'm just a slave, i'm just a slave
To the goddamn rhythm

(they call me lyte)
(and i'm a slave to the rhythm)

(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)

'gangstress', don't make me laugh
Ha-ha-ha
And keep your eyes on this
And keep your eyes on this


(they call me lyte)
(and i'm a slave to the rhythm)

(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)

[ slave 2 the rhythm disses antoinette ]

(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?
(where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild?
You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad?
Bodily vibrations? don't make me laugh
Weight watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk
And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade
Put on this earth just to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the lyte is too blinding
Tell me, why must i keep reminding
You to step back, let the lyte shine
Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon
Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
The lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes i create are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport
You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, lyte thee mc is in charge
Don't sleep on me, i'm far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to come
Mc sucker, this is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you challenge me, lyte thee mc
Did not you know that i am crazy?
My screws are quite loose, in fact i don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, i've got many
Like i said and will have to say
Over and over, cause you disobey
Here on this earth i reign superior
One of these days i will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
Cause i am the lyte, and you are just paperthin

[ chorus ]

[ verse 4 ]
I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin
Now it is my duty, to all mc's
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
Now i was quite polite, nice i might add
But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad
But then again i don't mind, i've got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a sunday picnic
I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with?
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
I'm mc lyte a/k/a mc payback
Payback is a bitch, and i'm givin you no slack
Unfinished business, that shit was wack
So lyte made no attempt to strike back
But here we go again, what is light's out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you don't try to diss

[ chorus ]

[ verse 5 ]
You better watch what you say to me, cause i can get evil
The things that i'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10% i popped your head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you
You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack)
Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back
But let me school ya, lyte is runnin this show
So yo, hoe, i think you oughta go
Before lyte thee mc gets into it (into it)
But remember, you forced me to do it

[ chorus ]

Yo, now you know
And no one's have to battle
Slime

[ gizmo ]
Yo king, man, who we working with today?
[ king of chill ]
Ah - lyte
[ gizmo ]
Bud light?
[ king of chill ]
Nah giz, mc lyte
[ gizmo ]
Yo milk
[ both ]
Kick it

(survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek)

[ verse 1: mc lyte ]
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 can't dance
I'm not a dancer, that's what leg 1 and 2 are for
I master the rhyme, that's what i get paid for
They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme
And if you look hard, you can see i work overtime
This is a warning, a due day is dawning
I thought i ought to tell you, so you can start mourning
So put your black on and your best black shoes
And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news
Extra, extra, read all about it
(it's about mc lyte!) the boy shouted
First time in history you thought to buy a paper
Cause i was on the inside picture on the cover
Oopsy daisy, i should be more modest
But hey, what can i say, i was brought up to be honest
Like a rican rides a caddy i'm with this beat, chief
The only time they complain is when it's too brief
But other than that they long for me to go on
On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born'
Sample up the sound if you will
Raps by lyte, production king of chill
So watch the solar system, never stop lookin
Cause up and on the rise is the planet brooklyn
You can compare me to crackers and cheese
But don't compare me to a sucker mc
See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good
But sucker mc's ain't as good as they should
Be, see, they lack, so lyte must tax
Not much, just enough to see if they can move it
Show and prove to see that they can get into it
Try your best, a useful strategy
And after practice, if you're still raggedy
Then and only then can you be called a sucker mc
Sucker
I hate long good-bye's, so i'll just say farewell
Any last comments, lyte fans do tell
I got you locked on, so now i'm gonna free ya
Okay, here we go, stop, see ya

(see ya) (see ya) (see ya)...