10% Dis(LP版) - MC Lyte

10% Dis (LP版) - MC Lyte
Hot damn hot damn hot damn hot damn
Hot damn hot damn hoe here we go again
Suckers steal a beat when you know they can't win
You stole the beat are you havin' fun
Now me and the Auds gonna show you how its done
You are what I label as a nerver plucker
You're pluckin' my nerves you MC sucka
I thought I oughta tell you better yet warn
That I am like a stop and my word is Bond
Like James killin' everybody in sight
The codes three-six the name is Lyte
After this jam I really don't give a damn
'Cause Ima run and tell your whole damn clan that you're a
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker
Milks bodyguard is my bodyguard too
You wanna get hurt well this is what you do
You put your left foot up and then your right foot next
Follow instructions don't lose the context
Thirty days a month your mood is rude
We know the cause of your bloody attitude
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker
Your style is smooth even for a cheatin' mic
You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike
Heres a milkbone a sign of recognition
Don't turn away I think you should listen close
Don't boast you said you wasnt braggin'
You f**kin' liar you're chasin' a chuckwagon
The only way you learn you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale then it can't be bought
When you leave the mic you claim its smokin'
Unlike Rakim you are a joke
And I think you oughta stop before you gets in too deep
'Cause with a sister like Lyte yo I don't sleep
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker
When I'm in a jam with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room with a posse to kill
So I step in the middle shake it just a little
Wait for some female to step up and pop junk
Give my cousin a cue treat the girl like a punk
Now I'm not tryin' to say that I'm into static
But yo if you cause it yup we gotta have it
'Cause I ain't goin out like a sucker no way
So I sit around the way for you to make my day
We can go for the hands better yet for the words
'Cause youll be ignored and at the same time Ill be heard
Throughout the city the town and the country
The beat is funky my rhyme is spunky
There is no delayin in the rhyme I'm sayin'
Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin'
So sit back Jack and listen to this its 10% dis
'Cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist against your lips
But Ill wait for the day or night that you approach
And Ima serve then burn ya like a piece of toast
Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble a battles no trouble
Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get stupid
This thing called hip-hop Lyte is rulin' it
I hate to laugh in your face but you're funny
Your beat your rhymin' your timin' all crummy
On the topic of rappin' I should write a pamphlet better yet a booklet
Your rap is weak homegirl and its definitely crooked
Others write your rhymes while I write my own
I don't create a character when I'm on the microphone
I am myself no games to be played
No script to be written no scene to be made
I am the director as far as you are concerned
You don't believe me then youll have to learn
This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get
And matter of fact you ain't seen nothin' yet
So never let me step into a party hardy
Talk to some people and then hear from somebody
You wanna battle Cause you know where I am
You don't wanna come in the 90s and see me at a jam
When a mic is handy ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic head like a magnet
Set assure you know I don't play
When it comes down to it the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter d**e style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin' but a faker