Mc Lyte

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 Im the Lyte one
And if youre lookin for a fight, you found the right one
(They call me Lyte)
(And Im a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Im not a procrastinator, or a instigator
But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, Im 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
Im 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 dont take none
Try your luck and well see who will get done
I mean immediately, like quick fast
Dont turn your back, cause this micll be in your ass
And dont 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 Lytes the fuckin ????
The capital L, the y to the t, e
Shit, give me room and Ill slay an MC
Whether its 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 dont have the gift
To rip a style, fast or slow
(Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow
Dont get mad, its just a talent I was given
What Im sayin, Im a slave to the rhythm
[ VERSE 2 ]
Bein that Im 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, Ill chill and Ill come to my senses
But next time you diss, think of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, Im sharp like barbwire
Try to touch me, yo, youre bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, youre lost
I be forced to show and prove exactly whos the boss
Who gets the income - and then some
I dont diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun
Dont get mad, its just a talent I was given
What Im sayin, Im 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, Im off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creation
Im into other things that bring me commodation
So I rap about fun 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 Im foul, and they dont like the way Im livin
But yo, ask me if I care...
Im just a slave, Im just a slave, Im just a slave
To the goddamn rhythm
(They call me Lyte)
(And Im a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
Gangstress, dont make me laugh
Ha-ha-ha
And keep your eyes on this
And keep your eyes on THIS
(They call me Lyte)
(And Im a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
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