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1. _ Please Understand
[ 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?"
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2. _ K-rocks Housin'
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3. _ Cha Cha Cha
[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]
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4. _ Funky Song
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5. _ Rhyme Hangover
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6. _ Stop, Look, Listen
[ 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
Stop, stop
Look, look
Listen
[ verse 2 ]
Wanna battle me? now that's strange behaviour
Drink and drive, yeah, you're probably safer
Cause when i start, i never give slack
You feel like a 'kick me' sign was pinned to your back
Yes i'm the super-duper with the roper-doper
Got the clean drawers on, yeah, i hope ya
Do, because i'm gonna strip you of your peace of mind
Now your piece is mine, damn, that's unkind
Come on, admit it, the lyte is too fly
The rhymes that i say you can't deny
Because 100% is what i give it (say what?)
I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit
I tear it, repair it
Like a hand-me-down make you wear it
Save all your crocodile tears, grin and bear it
And with all your other brothers you're gonna share it
You hear me, junior? cause soon you'll
Be a grown man with the mic in your hand
Adn understand biting's not part of the plan
That's wrong, i thought i taught you better than that
But that's what you get from a stabber in the back
Stop, stop
Look, look
Listen
[ verse 3 ]
M.c. - master of creativity
Rappin is the activity
Rhyme is the sport, let it be taught
That lyte thee mc is takin no shorts
In '88 i was great, but '89 is my time
Stop, look, and listen - to the right rhyme
K-rock the dj throws the cuts my way
Put em on the reel-to-reel and let them play
Leg 1 and leg 2, they do the jumpin
The dancin, the pumpin, always up to somethin
But when it comes to the rap category
Mc lyte headlines the story
(extra, extra, read all about it)
(comin out fresh and flier than we did before)
(listen up everybody)
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7. _ Cappucino
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
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8. _ Not Wit' A Dealer
[ performed by mc lyte and milk dee ( ) ]
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 ]
(i used to be in love...)
But not with a dealer
(i used to be in love...)
I know how it feels
(i used to be in love...)
You make love while he makes deals
The story gets worse, they threaten her life
A guy walked on her (yo, come here) with a knife
And said (being with born is a big mistake
It's a shame your life i have to take
If you leave him now, you'll be alright
If not, you won't make it through the night)
She came to me and said (lyte, what do i do?)
Forget about born, or else you're through (ahh...)
She said (but, but i love him!) hm, i wonder
Is love worth bein six feet under?
Nope (and that's on the real tip)
I think it's time you skip
Town (hey girl, don't hang around
Or else you'll be goin -)
[ chorus ]
Miss c said (no, i'm stayin with my man
He stands by me, so i too must stand)
Girl, you're stupid, you're gonna take a fall
( *phone rings* ) and then she received a call
(hello? listen, baby, they got a contract on me
I know because brian warned me
I'm outta here, goin back to cali
Grab your stuff and meet me in the alley)
She grabbed her stuff, the gold and the cash
Headed for the door in a flash
She said (i'm outta here) now wait just a minute
You know he's a dealer, his windows are tinted
(naw) he has truck jewelry, and no job
(so?) carries ducats in ??? (so what?)
Now hell the hell does he get these things?
(i don't know!) the gucci, the louis, the polo rings
(yeah?) dealers are bad news, take it from lyte
They say they kill you, and they might
(you're right, lyte, you tell no lie
Just let me go say good-bye)
She ran down the stairs in a minute or more
I heard a thunderous roar
( *shots* ) born and cecilia - killed by uzis
See why it pays to be choosy?
[ chorus ]
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9. _ Slave 2 The Rhythm
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 ]
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10. _ Throwin' Words At U
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) --> krs-one
(worrrd)
Can you catch em, the words i'm throwin at you?
(wick-wick-wack)
(worrrd)
Look, i'm just throwin words at you
(wick-wick-wack) --> krs-one
(worrrd)
Can you catch em, the words i'm throwin at you?
(wick-wick-wack)
(worrrd)
[ verse 2 ]
I step in a jam, they know who i am
All i do is smile and the crowds go wild
Mc lyte's on top of the pile
Waitin to put a sucker in her place
Won't hesitate to dis a bitch to her face
Cause you're a half-assed mc, a part-time hooker
When talent was given out, they overlooked ya
I rock ya blindfolded, better yet with no mic
Hype it acappella, make your deejay go on strike
This kinda comp i know you're not ready for
You're just a amateur dying to explore
Territory that is soon to be conquered by lyte
Tonight, alright, alright, alright, alright..
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[ verse 3 ]
I think you better leave now, your mommy is callin you
Rap is like a pit and your whole crew is fallin through
But once i'm gone there ain't no catchin me
I'm talkin bon voyage, i mean you're history
I'm takin my fans to a new land
If anyone can do it, lyte thee mc can
Because i'm hypin my rhyme to a new hype
So get equipped and prepare yourself for the flight
Cause yo, you're about to enter a new dimension
Sit back and listen, lyte is on a mission
I'm takin out those who attempt to oppose me
And even those that try to get close to me
[ chorus ]
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11. _ Shut The Eff Up! (hoe)
(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
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[ 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
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[ 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
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[ 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
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12. _ I Am The Lyte
[ verse 1 ]
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 many styles
I leave smiles, smiles and much many smiles
On the people who come to see the lyte perform
(word is bond)
The rhyme will kick as the brain will tick
You can tell because the record'll sell
Old styles and new styles formatted together
Bold or dull, so it doesn't matter whether
Which comes first or vice-a versa
It won't make a difference, as long as you rehearse-a
Get it down pat, and come right and exact
Mc lyte is comin right and i'ma say goodnight
[ grand puba maxwell ]
Yeah
Mc lyte in effect for '89
One time to wreck that mind, boy
Yeah
Ah
Pump, pump, pump it up
Yeah
Sure nuff
Mc milk
Warlord of the mixboard
In effect
Sure shot
Yeah
Pump (pump) (pump)..
Mh-hm
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13. _ Survival Of The Fittest (remix)
[ 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)...
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