Lyte, MC Filmography

• BAD25: The Short Films of Michael Jackson (2012)
• Be Inspired: The Life of Heavy D (2012)
• BET Awards 2012 (2012)
• Be Inspired: The Life of Heavy D (2012)
• Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap (2012)
• Diary of a Decade: The Story of a Movement (2011)
• American Revolutionaries: DMC (2011)
• BET Awards 2011 (2011)
• BET Awards 2011 (2011)
• Business as Usual: The Exploitation of Hip Hop (2011)
• My Mic Sounds Nice: The Truth About Women in Hip Hop (2010)
• BET Awards 2010 (2010)
• VH1 Divas Salute the Troops (2010)
• The Force M.D.'s Relived (2010)
• Say My Name (2009)
• Life on the Road with Mr. and Mrs. Brown (2009)
• Black to the Future (2009)
• What Ever Happened to Hip Hop? (2009)
• BET Hip Hop Awards 2008 (2008)
• The Boot (2008)
• Hip Hop vs. America II: Where Did the Love Go? (2008)
• Hip Hop Life (2007)
• The Good, the Bad and the Bling (2007)
• Parallel Paths (2007)
• Celebrity Rap Superstar (2007)
• Da Jammies (2006)
• 3rd Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors (2006)
• Ali Rap (2006)
• Bring That Year Back 2006: Laugh Now, Cry Later (2006)
• Black in the 80s (2005)
• Live 8 (2005)
• Made You Look: Top 25 Moments of BET History (2005)
• There's a God on the Mic (2005)
• Ego Trip's Race-O-Rama (2005)
• The Art of 16 Bars: Get Ya' Bars Up (2005)
• Letter to the President (2005)
• My Coolest Years (2004)
• 4th Annual BET Awards (2004)
• Apollo at 70: A Hot Night in Harlem (2004)
• Female American Rap Stars (2004)
• From Janet. To Damita Jo: The Videos (2004)
• Hip-Hop Honors (2004)
• I Wanna Thank My Mama: The BET Awards*04 Nomination Special (2004)
• And You Don't Stop: 30 Years of Hip-Hop (2004)
• I Love the '80s Strikes Back (2003)
• The 17th Annual Soul Train Music Awards (2003)
• Playas Ball (2003)
• Essence Awards (2003)
• Hip Hop Babylon 2 (2003)
• Civil Brand (2002)
• Holla (2002)
• 42nd Annual L.A. County Holiday Celebration (2001)
• Train Ride (2000)
• The Lyricist Lounge Show (2000)
• A Luv Tale (1999)
• 3rd Annual Soul Train Lady of Soul Awards (1997)
• An Alan Smithee Film: Burn Hollywood Burn (1997)
• The 9th Annual Soul Train Music Awards (1995)
• Fly by Night (1993)
• Sisters in the Name of Rap (1992)
• NBA All-Star Stay in School Jam (1992)
• Star Search (1983)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Woo Woo (Freak Out) - Mc Lyte
• Like That Anna - Mc Lyte
• K-Rock's the Man - Mc Lyte
• In My Business - Mc Lyte
• I Can't Make A Mistake - Mc Lyte
• Don't Cry Big Girls - Mc Lyte
• Survival of the Fittest (Remix) - Mc Lyte
• Steady Fucking - Mc Lyte
• Slave 2 the Rhythm - Mc Lyte
• Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe) - Mc Lyte
• Poor Georgie - Mc Lyte
• Party Goin' On - Mc Lyte
• Oogie Boogie - Mc Lyte
• Lyte As A Rock - Mc Lyte
• Like That Anna (Interlude) - Mc Lyte
• Like A Virgin - Mc Lyte
• Keep On Keepin' On - Mc Lyte
• Keep it Movin' - Mc Lyte
• Kamikaze - Mc Lyte
• Have U Ever - Mc Lyte
• Hard Copy - Mc Lyte
• Give Me What I Want - Mc Lyte
• Cold Rock A Party (Remix) - Mc Lyte
• Closer - Mc Lyte
• Break It Down - Mc Lyte
• Another Dope Intro - Mc Lyte
• Absolutely Positively.....Practical Jokes - Mc Lyte
• 2 Young 4 What - Mc Lyte
• 10 Percent Dis - Mc Lyte
• I Cram To Understand U - Mc Lyte
• I Am Woman - Mc Lyte
• 10% Dis - Mc Lyte
• Throwin' Words at U - Mc Lyte
• Not Wit' a Dealer - Mc Lyte
• I Am the Lyte - Mc Lyte
• The Rap Game - Mc Lyte
• Everyday - Mc Lyte
• Lola From The Copa - Mc Lyte
• Can You Dig It - Mc Lyte
• Act Like You Know - Mc Lyte
• Take It Off - Mc Lyte
• Stop. Look. Listen. - Mc Lyte
• Shut The Eff Up! - Mc Lyte
• Ruffneck - Mc Lyte
• Mickey Slipper - Mc Lyte
• Kickin' 4 Brooklyn - Mc Lyte
• It's All Yours - Mc Lyte
• Cappucino - Mc Lyte
• Brooklyn - Mc Lyte
• Big Bad Sister - Mc Lyte
• All That - Mc Lyte
• Ain't No Other - Mc Lyte
• When In Love - Mc Lyte
• Want What I Got - Mc Lyte
• Trg (the Rap Game) - Mc Lyte
• Search 4 The Lyte - Mc Lyte
• Please Understand - Mc Lyte
• Paper Thin - Mc Lyte
• ONE ON ONE - Mc Lyte
• MC Lyte Likes Swingin' - Mc Lyte
• Eyes are the Soul - Mc Lyte
• Druglord Superstar - Mc Lyte
• Cold Rock A Party - Mc Lyte
• Cha Cha Cha - Mc Lyte
• Beyond The Hype - Mc Lyte

featuring Nicci Gilbert
Uh yeah
Uh yeah
Verse 1:MC Lyte
Naughty but you like and nasty but you want it
I'm the chick that never front it
Picture that
Me wearin a pager
So you can be down my back
It ain't happin jack
Am I too fine?
If so I can leave
Have somewhere to go
You better believe
I keep a tight schedule
Not many if less
Still on a quest
Not knowin I'm da best
Causin a mess wherever I go
They still want me thereI'm the star of the show
Your ride is sweet
My ride is much sweeter
Come take a ride with this senorita
Theres more to me that the eye can see
But I'm twice as much as you'd thought I'd be
When I hit da scene
All better be where cause da party don't jump till I get there
Chorus ( Nicci Gilbert )
Come on
We're doin it everyday
All night is how we like to play
Feel the rhythm do what you want to do
Kick back we're doin it at the woooooo
Verse 2: MC Lyte
You took to long to ask
Now I don't know
If you can hang wit my flow
Keep it on da g-lowI start da fire
Watch it go down
When it's time to put the flame
I'd a put your chew down
When you roo-boo
So nasty you sickWanna know my chicks
Study, hear me like a flick
I'm the girl your mama warned you about at night
Ask Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
I'm that candy girl
I got da suga for your sweet tooth
Comin in your crib in my birthday suit
I'm that, bad habit you just can't shake
What I want I take
Some a y'all could relate
Got the yop ya
To get ya stuck like glue
It ain't over to we all come through
When I hit the scene
All better be where cause da party don't jump til I get there
Chorus x 2
Verse 3: MC Lyte
So you wanna be da tiger roaming through my woods huh
Babe boy you gotta bring da goods
Not just any penny
Can get in my piggy
Bently or empty you just can't tip me
Like that, just what you like
All up in your ear but I'm not like Mike
Red Hot
Be the brown chili peppa
Y'all know my words
Let's sing it together
Light to infinite
Like Dusk Til Dawn
When I hit da scene
All better beware cause da party don't ump da jump til I get there
Chorus repeat til fades

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

[K-Rock]
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

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 wanna 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 â'bout you
Forgive me for my attitude
But I got something to say
Yall better not fuck with me
Cuz I'm had a bad day
[MC Lyte - Verse Two]
Yall 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 yall 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 yall runnin' runnin' â'round
Ain't none of yall this supa dupa fly
Supa Dupa as I
Fly, fly across the sky
Cut you like pie
Me and, me and MC Lyte
Cuz 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 â'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' â'bout me
I ain't said shit about you (uh)
Forgive me for my attitude
But I got something to say
Yall better not fuck with me
Cuz I had a bad day
Ficky-ficky check me out
Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus)

[Intro]
Hehah yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...come on
[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 allright tonight I gotta get the mic
As I smoke the crowd I spike red eye
Crippin' them Heinekens they don't know where they been
Baby got backseat rollin' like Tandy
But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G
I mean no harm, but that lucky jog
You need to ditch it quik, get with the Brooklyn bomb
I be, we be, pumpin' the spot G
Wherever we be, we hit directly
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 'n taste a little
Floor's too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender ??
Celphone, all chrome, ???, come home we double chrome
But I can't make a mistake, hmmm
Leave the dancefloor now (uhn uhn, no no)
I'm on this somethin', he bubble in the sugar baby
Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain't need baby
When I step into ya Miss Rock-y (?) frame
I change the game, it'll never look the same
Upstructed, abstracted, 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
Suggin' it baby, from right to left
Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what's left
It's no mistery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin'
No 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 crap 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]

[ VERSE 1 ]
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
(Big girls don't cry) (2x)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Can't stop the flow, it's just too persistant
The level is extremely low on my resistance
By you or any other I'll never be beaten at a
Rap meeting, in other words a battle
Cause y'all, I'm like a farmer, and y'all's the cattle
Be a big girl about it, don't you start cryin
That'll mean I made you weep without even tryin
Lyte takes it like a big girl, I'm no jive girl
Comin direct, tellin you that I'm a live girl
'I'm positive', you've heard this expression before
So next time you see Lyte shine through the door
Don't talk behind my back, confront me like a big girl
(Big girls don't cry) (2x)
[ VERSE 3 ]
Don't talk behind my back, confront me like a big girl
So I can take you to all slimmies of the world
Big girls, we don't fight over men
Although there's one worth fighting for every now and then
But then I think again, it's not worth my while
And it's also not a big girl style
And I know you're thinkin: 'Wait, Lyte is slim and short?'
While being brought up I was also taught
Take it like it comes and proceed with the flow
Lyte is the biggest of the big girls, and now you know
(Big girls don't cry) (2x)
This is dedicated to Milk Dee from the Audio 2
To Gizmo from the Audio 2
The whole Alliance crew
You know what I'm sayin?
And to all the big girls
Also the small girls
You got time to grow up to be big girls
(Big girls don't cry)

[ 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)...

[ INTRO: KRS-One ]
Du-du-du-duuu-du-du
You wanna test Lyte?
Are you stupid?
You gotta be out of your fuckin mind!
MC Lyte is THE DON!
Come down, MC Lyte, seen
Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch...
(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (6x) --> KRS-One
Go, go, go, go...
(You done insulted me
And I got to kick yo ass right now)
[ VERSE 1 ]
So what's up, Big Bahama Mama?
You know where to find me
You could never climb me
So why do you persist
To be placed upon my fuckin hit list
You a low-down dirty loser
Next time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser
You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck
I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that butt?
And in case you didn't know
I been known to fuck up a hoe during a show
So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock
Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks
I heard you're smokin crack, lady
You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a - crack - baby
Whadda ya think?
The 55th nigga you fucked said your poom-poom stink
Slow down, you're movin too fast
The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that ass
Now you think you're hot shit
Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit
You're still a loser
No joke, when I see you I'ma hit you with the Cruiser
(Set the bitch on fire
Your fucking days are over)
(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (4x)
Go, go, go, go...
[ VERSE 2 ]
>From upstate New York to way Down South
I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth
You're ready for the showdown, the low down
Lyte strikes again, another hoe down
Fuckin to you, Shanny, is like a fad
Flippin coins with your mom to see who sucks dad
But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky
But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie?
How funky of a smell could one woman make?
Yo fellas, I think she need a douche break
(Douche, douche it out - douche break
(Douche, douche it out - douche
(Douche, douche it out - douche break
(Douche, douche it out - douche, douche, douche
(Douche, douche it out - douche break
(Douche, douche it out - I think you need a douche)
Tisk-tisk, what a relief it is
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Or one of those pussy-eatin members of your crew
Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda scooped you
But instead, you let them fool you
Into talkin that bullshit you been talkin
Walkin that stank strut you been walkin
I don't play that, ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posie, red-rum, you dumb, dumb
(We can all be some fightin muthafuckas in here this evening
Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on)
(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (4x)
Go, go, go, go...
[ VERSE 3 ]
Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
Now let's talk about that grill (the grill)
We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh)
Now let's talk about your teeth
Shits ain't been straight since you was 8
When you bit into a bad piece of beef
And even for a small fee
You let your uncle get one off while you bonced on his fuckin knee
Now what's my fuckin name?
Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin game
You must like puttin dough in my pocket
Since '86 my career sky-rocket
Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb hoe (Ha-ha-ha)
I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed
While you're hangin from a buddah stem
I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals
I'm liable to just fuck up you schedule
You'll be sittin on your fat ass another 10 years
Until the coast is clear
So next time they push a rhyme in your hand
You better fully understand who the fuck I am
(At least now we know...)
Dumb
...It's all about Lyte)
Bitch
(Roxanne Shant?is only good for steady fucking) (repeat till end)
Go, go, go, go...

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)
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
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
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 accommodation
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)

(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

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'
'Can it be I've stayed away too long'
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'
'Kissed the girls and made them cry'
'Kissed the girls and made them cry'
'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 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'
'Kissed the girls and made them cry'
'Can it be I've stayed away too long' 'Can it be I've stayed away too long'
'Can it be I've stayed away too long'
'Can it be I've stayed away too long'
'Kissed the girls and made them cry'

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...

Taste of Honey Lyrics
If you're thinkin your to cool to boogie,
Boy oh Boy have I got news for you,
Everybody here tonite must boogie, let me tell ya
you are no exception to the rule.
So get on up on the floor cuz were gonna boogie
oogie oogie till ya just caint boogie no more
(Boogie) Boogie no more, You caint boogie no more
( Boogie) Boogie no more, listen to the music.
There's no time to waste let's get this show on the road
Listen to the music and let your body flow, the sooner
we begin the longer we got to groove,
LIsten to the mujsic and let your body move,
So get on up on the floor cuz we're gonna boogie oogie oogie
till we just caint boogie no more
(Boogie) boogie no more, you caint boogie no more
(Boogie) boogie no more,listen to the bass play.
Boogie, Boogie,
Get Down, Boogie, oogie, oogie
Get Down, Boogie, oogie, oogie
Get Down, Boogie, oogie, oogie
Get Down.
(

I am the Lyte ";a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"; L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 3X)
[Milk]
Do you understand the metaphoric phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?'
It's explaining, how heavy the young lady is
You know what I'm saying King?
[King of Chill]
Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte as a Rock'
a simile because of the usage of the word 'as'
And now.. directly from the planet of Brooklyn
MC Lyte -- as a Rock!
[MC Lyte]
Must I say it again, I said it before
Move out the way when I'm comin through the door
Me, heavy? As Lyte as a Rock
Guys watch, even some of girls clock
Step back, it ain't that type of party
No reply if you ain't somebody
Get out my face, don't wanna hear no more
If you hate rejection, don't try to score
First base? You ain't got what it takes
You smile, you wink, you big fake flake
You're so pathetic you make my stomach turn
You beg, you borrow, now you have to learn
I am the Lyte ";a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"; L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 2X)
[MC Lyte]
Lyte as a Rock, or I should say a boulder
Rolling down your neck, pounding on your shoulders
Never shall I be an emcee, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by someone else and you know they bit
All in the way, just little obstacles
Chew em up, spit em out, just like popsicles
Suckers out of my way, we're not on the same wavelength
I show stability, potential and strength
On the other hand, you are weak and unruly
Could never be a spy, cause you're just a plain stoolie
I am the Lyte ";a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"; L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 2X)
[MC Lyte]
I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm
Def rhymes on the micraphone is what I'm givin
Yes I am a Rock and you are just a pebble
Milk turn up the base, and Rock adjust the levels
If a rap can paint a thousand words then I can paint a million
Wait, Lyte is capable of paintin a bazillion raps
So when I say it, this is what I mean
Audio Two an alliance on the scene
and I'd like to say whassup to my producer King of Chill
Party people are you ready, jam if you will
Never underestimate Lyte the Emcee; I am a rapper who is here
to make the things the way they're meant to be
The World Ultimate, I'm here to take the title
but I had a little trouble upon, my arrival
But I got rid of those who, tried to rock me
Lyte is here, no one can stop me
I am the Lyte ";a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"; L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 2X)
[MC Lyte]
There are Hip-Hop leaders, this you know
We also have, hip-hoppers that follow
By the tone of my voice, you can tell I am a scholar
I'm also the leader of the hip-hop followers
Now get this, I'm at a jam and I'm rockin it
Suckers like a checkerboard, when black is clockin it
The grace as I ease across the stage
Bars around the audience, sort of like a cage
They laugh, cause they assume I'm in prison
but in reality, they're locked in
Once again I'll state that I can't be stopped
cause yo, I am as Lyte, as, Rock!
I am the Lyte ";a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"; L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 6X)
I am the Lyte ";a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"; L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 4X)
I am the Lyte ";a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock"; L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 4X to fade)

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

Fifteen years old, thought I was in love
I was never told, sex is like drugs
Too much will 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 okay, 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 beggin' for some time, for me to come visit
You never got mad though, if I wasn?t widdit
But this day was different, I was feelin' in the mood
For some slow type of groove or some soul food
In other words sex, yeah that?s better
I threw on the Jordache, the izog sweater
That was in style then, come on don?t laugh
Sergio?s, Lee?s, you wore those in the past
Anyway I arrived, twenty past five
He?d been hypin' himself, sayin' he was quite live
I said here?s your chance, show me some romance
We begin' to slow dance, off with his pants
Boom it was over, damn that was quick
Too bad little homey had a widdle widdle
The only one I?ve seen, 'cause yo he was the first
But since I?ve had others, damn he was the worst
I was in love though, that didn?t matter
Nothin' you could say, could ever shatter
My world, take it away, just a young little girl
Oh well, he stepped, jet, family moved
Leavin' me in the mood for some soul food
Damn I felt hurt, just like a jerk
Would somebody please just mush my face in dirt
So I can hide, from the whole fuckin' world
What the fuck is love, such a naive girl
Suppose I got pregnant, damn I?d be lost
My mom woulda kicked me out to live with jack frost
I guess I?m lucky though, lonely for sure
Waitin' for the fucker to come knockin' at my door
I didn?t hold my breath though, I might be dead

w/ featuring Xscape
B-boy, where the f-- you at
I've been looking for your ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make you suffer, that's when you had enough'o
Can I get hot when you hit the jack pot
Surely I can if you're the man
I get luscio' n' produce lots of amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost
Of energy to enter me and get it on
You're getting warm
I can feel you getting closer
Now baby down, that's my mosser
You better believe
It's time to get the toast of the woman of the decade
Too bad to be played, get vexing
I'm bound to throw shades all over your body
Whose body, your body
I can rock a party like nobody
Leave in time and take home the loot
Choosy about who I let knock my boot
Now let me take a sight to your love in a light
Life ain't all that 'nless you're doing it right
1-Keep on keep-keepin' on
Cause you came and you changed my world
Your love's so brand new
Keep on keep-keepin' on
Doing it right right right
Beware of the stare when I step in the piece
I'm coming peace, but I got shit in need to be released
Now who from the chosen shall I choose
Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes
I found me a new nigger this year
that knows how to handle this here
Now I look forward to going home at night
Brother does me right under the candlelight
Racks upon my back, can I handle all of that
Oh yes, I can, can I, why not
if I wanna, yes I can can
More honey than a Bumble bee-hop
Pulling sixty nine ways out my o-cop
Sweet like liqour and sugar from my burger
Juicy like Hassey or Vernassee
I got the shit to make your ass right at back, check
Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to
As I proceed to open up and feed you
I got along and I put you way you wanna be
ven aqui and I get rid of all company
(repeat 1)
Many have tried to strict regulations
lazy motherf-- get put on probation
Those that didn't perform well, they gets no ends
when they ringa-ring my bell
You're playing with my time
Trying to jerk me, hurt me then desert me
You better work me while you got the opportunity
To be in the mist of the L-Y-T-E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Went sad bummer born in hell
Only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone trying to control me
Eazy-duz-it never asked how was it
Never speak my info of my sheet in the street
Cause that ain't cool and that ain't cute
To talk about who knocked a boot on a video shoot
But it's all good though
You gotta get it when you're born inside
You pray, make your moving
Hype up on it, it's natural
Never be ashamed, f-- the fame
get the name and kick the game

Featuring Payne
[MC Lyte]
Yeah hmm huh
Hmm huh Yeah
Yeah
She's arrived Miss Hotness
All up in the limo yeah me and my partners
Got a lot of dough like it's supposed to be
They smell it and they want to come close to me
They see me at the club try approaching me
Sending notes to me want to toast to me
Stop I got a lot of history
That you need to know before you start kissing me
I'm a libra and if you tip my scales
You'll be riding on the third rail ready to bail, shhhh
I give them hell when they copy my sounds
Trying to rock me â'round when they be knocking me downtown
Quick to bed, want to know what I said
Off the top of the head cause I'm living on the edge
Ain't that rough now you know what's up
It's the ride of your life, now buckle up, come on
1 - [Payne] (MC Lyte)
You got to be special to get down with me
If you're not (If you're not)
Keep it movin' (Keep it movin')
All the negativity don't bring that to me
If you are (If you are)
Keep it movin' (Keep it movin')
[MC Lyte]
Ain't no mediocre here, you're dealing with the top
When you're coming for my spot, I'm as light as a rock
When you enter my world, well bring the whole house down
I'm the chosen girl with the golden sound
I'm feisty, ain't nobody as nice as me
Precisely, killing them all softly when they shiesty
Got crazy ways to stay crazy paid
So all lazy days my seeds don't fade away
I got rhymes that be late for those that want to play
Rhymes on lay-way for those who can't pay
I switch mode Wild West episode, overload
Everybody wants to know a horse like Rowe
Gitty up, put your money where your tongue rest
Is it Jane West or Loveless
I guess it will be the last man on the street
Holding the heat, standing in middle of the street, come on
Repeat 1 (2x)
[MC Lyte]
Keep it on them
Case closed, everyone knows
I'm the best at what I do
So you better never doze
I rock your bulge and those MC's
That any track no room to breath
Ain't no replacing me, stop chasing me
Not knowing how to act when you're facing me
Oh you wanna roll with me, ride shotgun
Look hun do you got more to drop some
Can't hustle with the hustler
Bout to go up in your mouth
Get your jugular, I strategize and lock them in
Box them in so tight they need oxygen
Ooh please you're not next to me
Baby icons keeping you guessing b
If you've never been impressed by me
Just mess with me, that's the recipe
To get blessed from me
Repeat 1 (2x)
[MC Lyte] (Payne)
All that right there
(Keep it movin')
For all you non-believers
(Keep it movin')
If you not on my level
(Keep it movin')
I ain't got time for that there
(Keep it movin')
Repeat 1
[MC Lyte] (Payne)
If you're not nice with yours
(Keep it movin')
Talking that yang put it on pause
(Keep it movin')
If you not about them papers
(Keep it movin')
You catch up with me lataz
(Keep it movin')
2 - [Payne]
Keep it movin'
Repeat 2 till end

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 you can't touch this, that shit'll hit
Don't we have any morals anymore
Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin' door?
Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it
I'ma take it, change it, fuck it, rename it
I got the plan, now let's make it effective
You hip-hoppers, you got to be selective
And stop lettin' that bullshit slide for rap
Can't you see that it's a brainwash trap?
I rap a cha, cha, cha and I sat and watched
You liked that shit, you rock around the fuckin' clock
But when I talk of education, you fear that
Drugs and such, you don't wanna hear that
First I pleased you, now I teach you
Don't you dare try to bite the hand that'll lead you
To the pot of gold, over the rainbow
Lyte'll guide you, I know the way to go
So just close your eyes and just take my hand
Remember MC Lyte has the master plan
We can go thick, in a posse
You ain't said nuttin' slick, I'm goin' kamikaze
Inside of me, you try to picture me
Can you detect, can you see I'm angry?
Well, usually Lyte don't get upset
But when I see wack shit gettin' pressed I get vexed
Turn on the video, what's this mess?
A disgrace to rap and I'm not impressed
So just leave, get out my domain
You lame sucker, you fuckin', no name
Takin' up my airtime, with that weak whack
Full of, full of bullshit rhyme
So step off roach or get stepped upon
Because my rhymes they spray like D-Con 4
Do you want more?
'Cause I floor any emcee
That wanna gets with me
So yo, pack your bags, and skedaddle
Just walk, 'cause you don't wanna battle
I got the button that'll get rid of wack emcees
It's called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin' on your knees
So quit takin' up space on the CD rack
You better prepare, 'cause Lyte gives no slack
Inside of me, dwells a hundred maniacs
Waitin' for the kickoff, waitin' for attack
Who gives a fuck? Bring your posse
'Cause in the 90's, Lyte is goin' kamikaze
Inside, there's no flipside
Outside there's more than meets the eye
So now you know not because you're guessin'
But because I told you so, I never fess
Everyone wants to rap, what's this a wagon?
Bring your band and hop and start draggin'
All you rappers, you're fuckin' impersonators
Sayin' I'll rap now and learn how to rap later
No time for that, time is too short
And the rappin' gift it cannot be bought
A solo artist? You can't be
Maybe you'll look better with a posse
But all that you're talkin', you ain't sayin' shit
So why you where you at? I think you oughta quit
Posses don't matter in the 90's

Hook:
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 motherfucker up
Hook

Step 1 to the 2
Step 1 to the 2
Step 1 to the 2
Step 1 to the 2
Yeah
Rrrah
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?
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
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 fuck 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

Verse 1:
Here's the situation, skip the talk.
Let me know dog do you bite or bark?
What it is soldier, you ready to march?
Can you make me shoop, aww you just soft.
'Cause I got no time for the games,
just keep my spine full of pain,
hit the boost then hit turbo,
in this sexual inferno.
Keep my lovin drippin drains,
on love highway switchin lanes,
show me different things, with the whip and chain,
hit you with this grippin' pain.
Test me out, is it alright?
Stretch me out, is it alright?
Come on baby, you aint finished,
you servin' time I aint talkin minutes.
Chorus:
Make it hot for me all night,
keep it coming strong,
Give me what I want tonight,
make it last long (what does it feel like)
Verse 2:
Certified Mrs, I Mrs, only get my time if his,
somethin' can stay sunkin,
all night until brunchin'
get it right, manoever me,
take your think nine, riger me,
put my hair back, who the ruler be?,
lovin' be so tight, no room for three.
Tell me you want me,
my love keep you horny,
I knows my mother warned me,
"Stay away from the masculine thing
that keep me needin aspirin"
Got me gaspining, for air passionate,
sheets satining, mixed with silk,
here's my love, mixed with milk
Chorus x2
Verse 3:
Test me out feminine engine,
brooklyn girl read the emblem,
hem them men that's hanging,
ten inch might aint ending,
Till it's hot and you got me bent,
on top of my thing you went,
came nine times, going for the tenth,
think you can hang if you attempt.
With energy, when you enter me hold on,
ging for a ride hope it don't fold on,
me, when we in the midst,
of battlin' with my slip,
no babbling, close your lips,
getting colse to this,
nothing close to it,
feelin' that I feel when I'm next to you,
stressed for you, please stretch me too,
Night got me right as we take a flight,
through the clouds of love, highest heights,
my things tighter than a juiced pocket,
think you Houston, go head and rock it.
Chorus until fade.

featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott Puff Daddy
[Puff Daddy]
I thought I told you.. that we won't stop
I rock the party.. that rocks your body
I rock the party that rocks your body
Let's go!
[Lyte] Yeah
[Puff] Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
Uh huh yeah
The remix heheh!
Chorus: [MC Lyte] (Puff Daddy)
I rock the party that rocks the body (uh huh yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (uh-huh, yeah)
[MC Lyte]
So what's yo' status? .. I be the baddest
.. Bee to hit the scene since the gangsta lean
I'm all ears, so what you got to say?
I hope you bubblin it baby, now bubblin it my way
Let it rain; ain't no salt up in the game (nah)
Still want you the same (yeah) ain't a thing changed
Instead of knockin boots .. we be kickin down Gortex
Except it ain't raw sex
Ruffnecks (yeah) throw your hands in the air!
Let me hear you say oh yeah!
Trust-You-Me-I'll-Blow-Up-Shop
About to blow the roof right offa hip-hop
Chorus 2X
[Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott]
I'm the M-I-double-S-S, yo' best best, bitch from V-A-A
And I be smokin hay all day in the barn, damnit, darn
Uhh, Puff Daddy be my pal
When I hee-hee.. hee-hee-hehehehe-how
I took your number one spot, I jump skip then I hop
I'm so hot, so you can't forgets-me-not
to the yes yes y'all, I'ma take a pause
Cause I be "Feelin' Myself" like I was T-Boz
Uh uh.. Puff Daddy make em cream!
The L-Y-T to the E make em scream
And I'ma sho' nuff be the, boss on this team
Show, all you MC's how Missy make the green
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Chorus 2X
[MC Lyte]
Some say I'm SHADY (that's right) That's me
Complicated rap star, meet Lyte the MC
You see I'm on to you baby and your mechanism
How you hit it when you're in it, so hot you keep it sizzlin
No ooh-achie-koo, and all of that too
Keep me wetter than the waters of Kalamazoo
Nigga who you comin wit? Where your posse at?
I leave the boys alone, tell her you won't be back
I got the cheese baby; my cheddar's better
I got that milk, for that Amarett-ah
Trust-You-Me-I'll-Blow-Up-Shop
Have a little nig' callin the cops, watch!
Chorus
[MC Lyte] (Puff Daddy)
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body body body
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body
I rock the party that rocks the body
(round and round you're turnin me, turnin me)
You rock the party that rocks the body
(upside down you turnin me, turnin me)
(round and round you're turnin me, turnin me..)
Uh!
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body (yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body (yeah)
(upside down you turnin me, turnin me)
(round and round you're turnin me, turnin me.. yeah)
(upside down you turnin me, turnin me.. Bad Boy)
(round.. and round.. and round and round.. and round)
(you're turnin me, turnin me, c'mon..)

In the three on the deegan, we be freakin'
Bobbin' and weavin' my peeps sleepin'
Steady creepin' dippin' in the jeepin'
Dones be peepin', benjis we be keepin'
Cheddar we be spending, niggas ain't cheapin'
Hip hoppin' bobbin' with the beat and
I'm not concieted just never been defeated
Test and get that ass beated
The wanna act like I can't flow phatly
When they attack me I got skills to back me
Go ahead now simulate that
How they forget who originated that
Ladies and gentlemen the ruffneck is back
More potent than a foul vile of crack
I keep you open like a BM hatchback
While you keepin' my tape draped up in yo' knapsack
You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you
You know that I will toast you
You're not supposed to come closer and closer
I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you
Don't come closer
Yo, I write my own, but-uh who's writin' your rhymes
Oh you independent now 'cause you bitin' my lines
Listen, two flamin' bitches hide yo' claiming and sixes
Shines so bright can't see us in pictures
Leavin' non believers in ditches
Those who can acchieve won't percieve our existance
They need verbal assistance, check it
All them things you say you got, we now your makin' it up
To get a man in a club, you steady shakin' it up
See thay played my song twice 'cause they can't get enough
I'd say put yourself in my shoes but they cost too much
Space Nine bustin' 16 bars on Lyte's time
We write rhymes, y'all chicks is puppets on mic time
While I, chanel stars through pipe lines
Illuminate the sky day and night make my presence defined
Yo, blue Gucci sale platinum tag taped to my leg
Promise no threat, shine on my neck signing my cheques
You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you
You know that I will toast you
You're not supposed to come closer and closer
I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you
Don't come closer
You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you
You know that I will toast you
You're not supposed to come closer and closer
I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you
Don't come closer
You can't afford to be nasty if you ask me
Tryin' to pass me but can't outlast me
Sweet like like nector comin' in your sector
Movin' in your direction, takin' over your section
Am I bad no question they just a fraction
Tryin' to get some action from the section
Ain't that somethin' I got your crew jumpin' and bumpin'
While you talkin' nothing
I bring it to you with no hesitation
'Cause the top is where I rest but it's your destination
And I know this so I'm puttin' you on notice
Don't you come too close to this
I got the gift to forsee the drama like they know me
Pullin' up slowly and tryin' to bring out the ol' me
But I'm brand spank comin' for your bank
Not nigga what you think but what you thought, and now you caught
Long as you live and for eternity
You're only bad as Lyte the MC allows you to be
Not easy to sabbotage wiser than the average
You can jack me now and later you can peep my, catalogue
You gotta alphernumeric but you can't read
DKNY frames but you can't see
How I'm blow up like a stick of dynie and burn that hynie baby
C'mon I'm beggin' try me
You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you
You know that I will toast you
You're not supposed to come closer and closer
I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you
Don't come closer
You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you
You know that I will toast you
You're not supposed to come closer and closer
I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you

(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
Fuck 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, fuck 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...)

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, fuck 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";)

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, ";Lyte - it's an emergency!";
My next door neighbor had an errand to run
I said, ";Why Ms. Davis - ask your son";
She said, ";Ricky's at his grandmother's";
I said, ";Well what about Tommy, the younger brother?";
She said, ";See, umm, he's at the pharmacy";
I said, ";He'll be back soon how much longer could it be?";
She said, ";C'mon please, it's just a trip uptown
If you leave right now you'll be back before sundown
Hurry up, there's not a moment to spare
It absolutely positively has to get there";
Umm, I contemplated then I played a good Samaritan
I started the car, then she threw the package in
It absolutely positively has to get there
(Get there?)
It absolutely positively has to get there
(Well then send it Federal Express!)
It absolutely positively has to get there
(It gotta get there?)
It absolutely positively got to get there!
(Yo who you rushin?)
Pumpin out the music on the FDR
Not far behind me was a DT car
So I eased up selector, 55 the digit
But on the FDR, 40 is the limit
Here they come, sirens on
I could see myself in jail til the break of dawn
But they rolled right by it wasn't me they was after
A little red corvette, they was tryin to capture
Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
Look up ahead, now that's what I call traffic
Dipped to an exit and I made my way through
Couldn't believe when I hit first avenue
on a Honda's ass, just about to crash
Looked at the gauge and the shit said NO GAS
Zero, nada, nothing in here see
In car terms the shit was on empty
Got out, and pushed the shit to the side
Hailed a cab, then I caught a quick ride
to the house of inflation, yes the gas station
Gave a little tip to show my appreciation
Got back to the ave where I left my car
It wasn't there, but it couldn't have gone far
Hot damn, I must have got towed
Tried to figure out how much money I owed
Went to the pound and I paid my debt
Think that was the worst? You ain't heard nuttin yet
Bumped into that crackhead Sam I used to see
And like always, hand out, give me money
In my tank was a dollar's worth of gas
I had to get an ? machine fast
It absolutely positively has to get there
(Get there?)
It absolutely positively got to get there
(What?)
It absolutely positively got to get there
(Well send it some way else)
It absolutely positively has to get there
As I left the bank to walk back to the BM
Couldn't believe what my eyes were seein
Looked at the back tire, it was flate
while the other three, were SO DAMN FAT
A brother walked by and offered his help
Ordinarily I woulda did the shit myself
But he, changed it quick, so I passed him a ten
Here I go on this journey again
Went to the gas station, to fill it up
when a crackhead from nowhere grabbed the pump
I said, ";LOOK, I don't need your help today";
and I scared the motherfucker and he was on his way
Oops, a cat, SHIT, scrat!
Fur on my tires, and all that
What's this, a stroke of bad luck?
But at this point, I don't even give a fuck
I got to get the package to the destination
No matter what the confrontation
I arrive, bag in my hand
Lookin for a woman named Pam
She opened the bag it was wrapped tight and snug
But in that bag yo, in that bag
45, guess what? (What was it Lyte?)
It was a box of q-tips .. a box of fuckin q-tips man!!!
{*laughter*}

";I'm the dopest female..";
";I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far..";
[MC Lyte]
I'm too old? What's 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 I'll make your heart all mine
I don't like pushin and I don't like rushin
But most of all I don't like fussin
So come on now sweetie why don't 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 ain't widdit
.. oh well, forget it, nope nope
But don't you dare touch me, you said you wasn't 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 you're too young, too young to have fun
.. oh well, I'm done
";I'm the dopest female..";
";I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far..";
..
";I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far..";
[MC Lyte]
It may sound nasty and it may sound mean
but I'm into little boys that are about seventeen
I don't 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 that's 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 food GOOD
So tell me honey, are you ready to score?
Again I'll ask, what are you too young for?
";I'm the dopest female..";
";I'm the dopest female..";
..
";I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far..";
";I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far..";
[MC Lyte]
Last but not least yo here's a description
Hard workin, not one that sells prescription
So if you're in school, that's okay
Get straight A's and I'll be back on Friday
You won't miss me, you know where to find me
And these words I will say finally
Never let age, restrict you from whatcha wanna do
Whether you're young or ninety-two
So if you're seventeen or around that age..
.. baby come to the stage
And if I didn't change your mind I'd find that odd
So when I ask this, think hard..
";Call me the Master..";
";Call me the Master..";
";Swingin with Master T..";

(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)
*MC Lyte's voice gradually fades in*
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 Aud's gonna show you how it's 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 code's three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jam, I really don't give a damn
Cause I'ma run and tell your whole damn clan
that you're a
"Beat biter! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"
(repeat 2X)
Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?
Milk's 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! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"
(repeat 2X)
Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic
You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike
Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition
Don't turn away, I think you should listen close
Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin
You fuckin 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 it's 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! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"
(repeat 2X)
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 you'll be ignored, and at the same time, I'll 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
It's 10% Dis..
cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist
against your lips!
But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach
and I'ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!
Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle's 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 it's 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 you'll 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 90's and see me at a jam
when a, mic is handy, ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnetic
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! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"
(repeat 2X)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to be in love with this guy named Sam
I don't know why, cause he had the head like that of a clam
But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause Sam was number one
Cause to me, oh my gosh, he was one in a million
I shoulda knew the consequences right from the start
That he'd use me for my money, and then break my heart
But like a fool in love I fell for his game
But I got mine, so I show no shame
In Empire winked his eye, and then he kept walkin
And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin
The roller disco where we all used to go
Just to have some fun back in 1981
You know the place, Empire Boulevard
Is where I first saw the nigga, and he tried to play hard
But I knew the deal, cause I knew his brother Jerry
And Sam, he just broke up with his girlfriend Terry
So Jerry introduced Sam and I that night
He said, ";Hello, my name is Sam"; I said, ";Hi, my name is Lyte";
We dipped and we dapped and we chit and we chat
About this and that, from sneakers to hats
He said, ";Look, I'm in the mood for love
Simply because you're near me";
(Let's go) To my house, lay back and get nice
Watch television, Reunite On Ice
I said, ";Slow down, I know you wanna shake me down
But I'm not one of the girls to go rippin around";
(Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Next month I finally went to his house
I walked into the door, there was a girl on the couch
I said, ";Who's the frog, the bump on the log?
You chump, you punk, how could you do me wrong?
Singing sad songs about your love is so strong";
You said, ";Wait Lyte, you're confused, the girl is my cousin";
Your brother agreed, but later she said that she wasn't
(Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand U)
[ VERSE 3 ]
Forgotten, next month we went to the Deuce
Well, I thought it kinda strange cause you had lots of juice
You knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody
Asked ya how you met em, said you met em at a party
Then these girls tried to tell me you were sellin the stuff
I said, ";It's not your business, so shut the fuck up";
They said, ";Okay Lyte, think what you wanna think
But it's gon' be some shit when your man becomes a -";
I said, ";Look, to bust a move, I don't even know you
To put it Lyte, I really don't care to";
They kinda got mad and sort of offended
They said, ";We only lookin out for yo best interest";
I said, ";Thanks but no thanks"; in an aggravated tone
";When I wanna find out, I find out on my own";
(Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand U)
[ VERSE 4 ]
Then my cousin said she saw you with this lady named C
Well I'm clawin my thoughts, I wonder who she could be
You're spending all your time with her and not a second with me
They say you spend your money on her and you're with her night and day
Her name starts with a C and it ends with a k
I strain my brain lookin for a name to fit this spellin
But I just couldn't do it cause my heart kept yellin
Burning, begging for affection from you, Sam
But just like a test I cram to understand you
Thought I knew you well enough to call you a man
But (Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you)
[ VERSE 5 ]
Then it came a time you started looking kinda thin
I asked you why, you said, ";Exercise, tryina stay slim";
I bought it, even though I knew it was a lie
Cause it really didn't matter, you were still lookin fly
But oh no, oh no, you started askin me for money
Butter me up, beg me and call me your honey
So I gave you 2 yards, and then I gave you one more
You picked up your jacket and you flew out the door
You came back an hour later and you asked me for a 10
I said, ";I only got a 20";, you said, ";Give me that, then";
I said, ";Nope, I'll tell you now, you better stop slobbin
Find you a job, or you better start robbin";
So I stepped off with a giant step
Picked up my belongings, and I just left
And now I see you in Empire every Sunday
Juicin the girls up for some money and a lay
But every time I see you doin it, I just ruin it
Tell em how ya on crack, smoke, sniff, and chewin it
And as for this girl, Miss C, oh well
I was shocked as hell when I heard, Samuel
When your homeboys told me, I almost went wack
That the girl you was addicted to, her name was Crack

Verse 1
I am woman, hear me roar
When I grab the mic it's never a bore
When I'm on stage, sayin' a rhyme
I often wonder what ya think of mine
Is it fresh or weak, or is it live or dead?
Yo, it's got ta be somethin' if you're boppin' your head
To the beat, can I get an amen brother?
Liked that rhyme? Well here goes another...
[Hold up, hold up, hold up. Check it out. Before we go any further we
gotta announce who we are. I am DJ K-Rock and this is my homegirl, MC
Lyte. Kick it for 'em!]
Verse 2
We had to pause for station identification
Now ya know my name here's some more information
Well, let's see, what you wanna know about me?
MC L-Y-T-E
[The Queen] Nah, that's too corny
[The Sexy] Nah, that gets the guys too horny
[The Best] Now that sounds conceited
But what is true is true, so it has to be repeated
The best is Lyte, when I'm on the mic
And MC's look straight ahead cos this pitch'll make your neck tired
And I say loosen up and relax
The fiction you been livin' Imma fill with facts
Right now...
[MC Lyte, DJ K-Rock. Name of the group is Me and My DJ. Kickin' it
live in '88. Do it.]
Verse 3
I am woman, hear me roar
Comin' out fresher and flyer than I did before
That's right, I'm well respected
Don't get stupid, I'm well protected
If ya wanna battle I'm well prepared
Me and K-Rock are far from scared, you know what
We're brave, livin' in a cave of gold
Waitin' for the misbehaved to get bold
But as I look around so far so good
MC's behaving just like they should
Hands are folded, no whispering or passing notes
All attention to me ya have to devote
I'm like a teacher, but then again not quite
Cos a teacher's salary I'm makin' a night
On the mic rhymes witty and bright
Maybe that's why the name is Lyte
Yo, bust it, Imma end it right here
DJ K-Rock, you end it over there

(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)
*MC Lyte's voice gradually fades in*
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 Aud's gonna show you how it's 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 code's three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jam, I really don't give a damn
Cause I'ma run and tell your whole damn clan
that you're a
";Beat biter! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!";
(repeat 2X)
Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?
Milk's 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! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!";
(repeat 2X)
Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic
You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike
Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition
Don't turn away, I think you should listen close
Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin
You fuckin 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 it's 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! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!";
(repeat 2X)
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 you'll be ignored, and at the same time, I'll 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
It's 10% Dis..
cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist
against your lips!
But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach
and I'ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!
Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle's 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 it's 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 you'll 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 90's and see me at a jam
when a, mic is handy, ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnetic
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! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!";
(repeat 2X)

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..
[ CHORUS ]
[ 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 ]

[ 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 ]

[ 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

Hook:
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw
it's no more than a crap game, know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake em right
they fake roll snake eyes in this industry that's how quick niggaz die
Through my eyes it's like Russian Roulette
Never do you know when you about to get wet
So you should stay set so you don't fall and go under
Have people saying I wonder what happened
to him or her it's sad when you begin to think
you can't be gone but you can be gone in the blink
of an eye, don't ask why cause you try
Somebody came along that was twice as fly
I remember when I hit the scene it was the second phase
Rope chains two finger rings, those were the days
Latin Quarters my Puma suit was cool
Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool
Ya gotta change with the times like the weather
MC's that alsts is the MC's that's clever
You can't move too slow cause when it's to time to go
You see it's to time to go
repeat Hook 2X
(1. But one day brother your ass is gone)
(2. But one day sister your ass is gone)
Come back after come back, nigga came back
more wack than the wackest wax on the rack
What's up with that, new jacks are coming through
taking no slack
They hungry and they looking for a spot
to cop a squat, you better watch the clock
It can be awfully embarassing to not know when
to let go of the rhyme, it's about half past the monkey ass
You should have been gone but you still trying to hang on
What happens when you chilling at the label on the 10th floor
Nobody knows your name anymore, aren't you...?
Wait and let me think, just as quick as you get large
you can quickly shrink
And sink into the crates and collect dust
Don't be mad cause it happens to the best of us
repeat Hook 2X
To and fro they come and go
You better change your flow and then switch up your show
I mean come with the booming ass hits
Then they gone buy then they don't leave with shit
You better tell an exec you need to be set
So when it's over you ain't living our your Land Rover
When your rap life dies
And you still alive nigga, you better know how to survive
It ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be
Letting niggaz know what time it is
when it comes to me the L-Y-T-E
Stronger than the ox the octane that
knocks in your brain I sustain
My mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean?
Keep doing my thang, you can't move too slow
Cause when it's your time to go, gotta go
Hook

Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
Off the top, nigga, see me and want to serve
Just thinkin' about what they need
Ain't that some nerve, now look here twenty-four hours
Seven 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 plucked
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
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
It ain't much 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, you gotta earn your keep
But don't sleep 'cause I need a lotta shit done
And my ma told it's work before fun
So get started, call me cold hearted
Yeah, check it out whatever is clever
And get to stepping if you know something 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
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
On the real I need an man that understands me
And realizes the reality
I'm in the MC 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, nigga then raise up out my spot
It's my trade, I made up the black ace of spade
Alone in the world but it's me ya can't fade
'It's My Life', I do it my way
You don't like my way then 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, [Incomprehensible]
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)

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
Lola.. she was a showgirl..
with yellow ribbons in her hair..
and a dress right up to here..
At the bar, his name was Zeke the Freak
He just moved in down the street
He introduced himself and bought her a drink
Before she could refuse, she didn't stop to think
More and more alcohol, now she was intoxicated
He picked her up off her feet, as he escapaded
down the block then he opened the door
as he struggled to get in, then put her on the floor
He went to the door to make sure that it was locked
As he bolted all of them, he looked up at the clock
It said one, or maybe he'd be done in two
or two and three, eventually, how freaky could he be?
He began to think what should I do firstly?
I'll get a little drink, because I'm very thirsty
He got a little OJ, to make it really OK
Grabbed a wad of Hubba Bubba, but didn't use a rubber
They did it for three hours, he jumped into the shower
Got out and towel dried, and screamed, ";I've got the power!";
He came out of the bathroom, she was still on the floor
He said, ";Heck I've got to wreck,"; then he jumped on for more
Lola.. (uh-huh) she was a showgirl..
with yellow ribbons in her hair..
and a dress right up to here..
She met this guy named Zeke..
who was truly a freak..
And she didn't stop to think..
before she took that sunrise drink..
She finally awoke, eight o'clock in the morning
Not remembering a stroke, as she began yawning
Zeke the Freak thought he was thick and slick
But what Zeke did not know
is that little Lola, little Lola
from the Copa used to be a hoe
Now he's paid, thought he had it made
But Zeke the Freak got AIDS
Lola.. she was a showgirl.. (yeah)
with yellow ribbons in her hair..
and a dress right up to here..
She met this guy named Zeke..
who was truly a freak..
And she didn't stop to think..
before she took that sunrise drink..
He caught a bad one..
while he was havin fun..
Took Lola to his bed
And now the freak is -- dead.

I got the charm and the wit of a pop hit
but I'm street.. ";Catch the beat";
Don't drop it, just don't stop it
Don't you dare step off the topic
that I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
the whole three four five six seven eight nine
in the pocket, burstin in the air are rockets
Creatin lots of Lyte -- get it?
How many different ways can I say it?
Piano Man, how many ways can you play it?
I spell it out, the L-Y-T-E
Without a doubt.. ";Got to be funky!";
And it damn sho' nuff is
It gotta be like that, in this rough biz
of music, baby, use it or lose it
What's funky is funky, you can't refuse it
I got a grip on the groove and it won't move
an inch until I pinch this party
";Can you dig it?"; ";Right on"; ";Right on!"; (4X)
It's my style, love it, or lump it
It's my beat, pass it or pump it
and it thumps, like a heartbeat
And when it gets old, it won't get weak
It'll get stronger, much stronger
Long live the King, but the Lyte lives longer
It's well argumented and well documented
I hold the title of the best, you can't prevent it
With a ten foot pole, you can't hold em
Born to be wild is what a song once told me
was my destiny, so I strive to be the best
Lo and behold..
Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them
Every song I sing, a national anthem
Is there a message in my music?
If I can do it -- you can do it!
";Can you dig it?"; ";Right on"; ";Right on!"; (8X)
The L, Y, T, E, has to make
";funky funky funky hit records"; Constantly!
So in the advent of an event
I have to invent a dope style comment
I come off with flyin colors
I keep my own identity, compared to no others
It's hard to do, but I pull it through
Cause I'm Lyte the MC, that's what I do
The body snatcher, yo I gots to catch a
MC head up, bring on a batch of
new ones, so I can systematically do em
The old ones, HUH, I already been through em
Two by two, I do em like Noah
Yes you know the time, so let's go
the bottom line, is I'm funk bound
K-Rock and Master T, let's get down
";Can you dig it?"; ";Right on"; ";Right on!"; (8X)

* 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 *
Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
[MC Lyte]
Like I said, I'm in the B.M.
Swingin it solo, enjoyin my freedom
Turn the radio on, nuttin but weak raps
Slide the tape in, that's where it's at
Look up at the sign and I see Winthrop
Can't hear nuttin so I turn down the hip-hop
Window down, reggae hit or somethin
Now hear a little shotty go pow-pow-pow
Brooklyn 90's, that's where I'm at
Reached to the back seat, get the baseball hat
Now I'm chillin so act like you know
This is my show
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* K-Rock goes into scratching the line
";Lyte that's right huh, she could win a rap fight"; - Chuck D *
[MC Lyte]
Abra-cadabra, hocus pocus
I got somethin that'll make your eyes focus
Takin on the world, slammin it and bangin it
Keepin it hard, but still I'm changin it
Breakin all types of grounds
Here comes Wolf and Epic with the new sound
They get the job done
The name of the year is Lyte slash Ninety-One
So I'm chillin, in the B.M.
Waitin for those, that might see in
Straighten my jacket, fix my hair
turn up the system, as I prepare
to let the whole wide world know
this is my show
Now that I've schooled you and put you up on the scoop
Posse or massive, solo or group
Take it in stride, it's an inside
top secret heavy duty type of thing that I'm swingin
I got the key to success but I won't press
I'm sure that I can relieve you, of the stress
if you ad-mit, and just per-mit
me to go for mine and drop a line and ex-it
So just agree with me and simply act like you know
This is my show!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches ";This is MC Lyte.."; 2X *
Act like you know!
* fades out *

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 car, looked at me
Then he asked me my name
I told him Lyte the MC but
I didn't want to outplay my hand
So I talked so smooth he could understand me
He was definitely the move
I only said sweet things that could soothe him
Opened up the door and he got in
And automatically my mind just turned to sin
I told him take it off, I mean everything
Hurry up, pretty boy so that we can swing
I mean take it off 'cause I'm ready to rock
Like Maxwell baby until the last drop
Met this guy at an amusement park
He was good to go and it was after dark
You can guess girls what was on my mind
Let's go under the boardwalk and have a good time, baby
Instead the boy asked me my sign
And I said, why?
And he said, never mind
When the time come and it's you I'm thinkin' of
A sign don't make a difference only
How you make love to me
You make me feel so good you're a man
Ooh, baby, I melt like cotton candy
If I could predict the rest of my life
I'd be a millionaire and I'd also be your wife
So let's take a 'bout through the tunnel of life
Because you know what I'm thinkin' of
C'mon baby, just take it off
Take it off, take it off
That's right, now take it off
Take it off, Pal Joey, take it off

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
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 sapphire
This jam you are forced to admire
Stop, look, listen
Stop, look, listen
Wanna battle me? Now that's strange behavior
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 a hundred percent 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
And 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, look, listen
Stop, look, listen
MC 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
Extra, extra, read all about it
Comin' out fresh and flier than we did before
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it
Extra, extra, read all about it}

I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice, too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty
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
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%?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's just beginnin'
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
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
The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask
?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
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
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 paper thin
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
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 may 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
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
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
But remember, you forced me to do it
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
Yo, now you know
And no one's have to battle

Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
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 aight
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
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
I need it and I want it
So I gotta get a reffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
I need it and I want it
So I gotta get a reffneck
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
Body ain?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 questionin' 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 not 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
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
I need it and I want it
So I gotta get a reffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
I need it and I want it
So I gotta get a reffneck
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 gotten here
Hit 'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there
On the avenue girls are passin' through
Too much of ruffneck so they ain't havin' you
Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock
And braggin' about his tec that?s the wannabe ruffneck
That?s the guy you gotta watch out for
Just to get 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
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what yo, gotta get a ruffneck
I need it and I want it
So I gotta get a reffneck

Ready?
Puppy, power
Okay, hello
Watch your drink, 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-bab
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

Kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha-cha)
Now kick this one here for Me and My DJ
(Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom)
Now I was rockin this party in the 90s, Brooklyn
You know where the people get hype
'Ll rock a party from Friday to Saturday night
48 Hours done, and I still hold the mic
I try to put you down and say that I'm through
But they give it back to me and say, "Continue"
That's the thing about Brooklyn, they never get enough
Of the rap and the music and all the good stuff
That makes your life worth livin for
Respect is the crowd, the crowd that I draw
Never am I dissed, and never ever shall I be
Ain't a MC alive that can deal with me
And if you think you're the one that can deal with this
Well, you ah best prepare for a big fat dis
Kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha) (cha)
Now kick this one here for Me and My DJ
(Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom)
Now I was chillin in Flatbush, mindin my own
When a girl walked up with a chrome microphone
She said, "Hey, MC Lyte, I heard about you
So here's the microphone, let's see what you can do"
So I took the microphone and I threw it to the ground
Cause I need no assist when it comes to gettin down
When I start to rap, she start to shake
She knew to confront me was truly a mistake
So she picked the microphone off the grey concrete
And before I turned around, she was down the street
Now kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha-cha)
Now kick this one here for Me and My DJ
(Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom)
Now when I'm on the stage, everyone starts starin
Is it what I'm sayin, or is it what I'm wearin?
50/50 Chance it's what I'm sayin
And at the same time what my deejay is playin
If you can get hype and sort of like loud
Yo, K-Rock, kick this one for the crowd
I been to lots of parties, mostly Uptown
And one thing I noticed young people get down
So hip-hoppers, hip-hoppers, from all around
Get with the funky sound
Kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Now kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha-cha)
Now kick this one here for Me and My DJ
(Boom) (cha-cha-cha)
(Boom) (cha-cha-cha)

Our love is old-school, like Mary Jane's
Boston baked beans and candy canes
Exchange a look on the number two train
Run, catch, kiss, sunshine or rain
Jackson 5, good times, the 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 wonder
I rub your shoulders if pressure you was under
Late night rides out to sunrise
Catch a flick or two and then back to Bed-Stuy
You in the bubble goose, me in the sheep skin
Cold as hell, back then it wasn't mattering
Long as we were hand in hand, you're 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, you're 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 of old age, side by side
Throughout the days I remain truthful
I keep it tight for you, sexy and youthful
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 you're the one
Everything you want, it's 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 was a caf? It was a caf on the west side
It was a caf? On
It was a caf? On the west side, midtown
It was a caf? On the west side, 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 every time 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 west side
It was a caf? On the west
It was a caf? On the west side
It was a caf? On the west

Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Oh, 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
A sexin' 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, 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, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
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 back pocket, 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, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Everywhere 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 fuck 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
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in the East Coast
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people on the West
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people up North
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people down South
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people in Brooklyn
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to the people in the Bronx
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Compton
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people goin' uptown
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Detroit
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Houston
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Philly
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Boston
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Jersey
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Georgia
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Philly
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Richmond
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Cali
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Queens
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people goin' uptown
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in the islands
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people on the beach
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people in Miami
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
Peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn)
I send peace to my people
(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn

Oh 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
So 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, uh
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 fallin', fallin' 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
Forty five, yeah baby, forty five, yeah
Tell the silly mothers that we do 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 M.C. Lyte
Who's that bad? Who's that bad?
I'm bigger than Bono, 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
Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one
Funky lyrics synced with M.C. Lyte 'cause I be droppin' it
The name the Lyte because my skin I'm blacker than black
Comin' right and exact, for the rap attack
Some say they don't like the words I choose to use
I don't give a damn, Lyte will never loose
I ain't no sucka and I ain't into pleasin'
Some critic that criticizes me for no reason
What's with the opinion it's a stated fact
I rule the pack, from the top of the stack
So fuck the stocks and bonds I'm your new investment
Pick up the album it's quite a refreshment
Compared to the day to day bullshit you hear
Pay attention and listen I'm comin' clear to the ear
For all you non believers and you perpetrators
That talk to me now but talk about me later
It's time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrow
I'm the star of today and the star of tomorrow
I'm takin' out the old jacks, rippin' up the new ones
I don't care if it means I have to ruin
I will and I shall and I get the job completed
Those that don't belong they will be deleted
From the rap roster, I'm not an impostor
I'm comin' to you live with the forty five

There's a song that I sing
Whenever I'm sad, feelin' bad
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
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 of that
And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat
First I head out into the red eyed
Turn the AC on, 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
Asskissers 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
Ladies and gentlemen
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 of that
And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat
That, that
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
Back, way back when shit wasn't funny
I'm talkin' L Q days, your golds 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 whack
Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin' none of that
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 of that
And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat
(That, that)
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

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

When in love
When in love
When in love
When in love
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 Nerfs 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 embarrassed, 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 love
(People do this crazy things)
When in love
(It's crazy)
When in love
(People do this crazy things)
When in love
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 love
(People do this crazy things)
When in love
When in love
(People do this crazy things)
When in love
(It's crazy)
When in love
(It's crazy)
When in love
(It's crazy, so crazy)
When in love
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 love
When in love
When in love
(People do this crazy things)
When in love
(Crazy)
When in love
(People do this crazy things)
When in love
(Crazy)
When in love
(Go crazy)

I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey
I know I make y'all sick with the way I boogie
My fake ass friends wanna hang out tonight
I?ll tell ?em follow me then I?ll ditch ?em at the light
I see ?em at the club, they wanna know why I?m whilin?
'Cause I smoke weed now I?m high like a pilot
Spendin? more cheese than you throw on a salad
Hand me my mike, if you ?bout it, then I?m ?bout it
Mmmm, yea I?m ?bout it
Don?t doubt it, don?t doubt it
I?m the MC Lyte but boo please don?t crowd me
'Cause my security might get rowdy
Make ?em punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy
Now all you freaks wanna speak 'cuz I?m back
Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
I never liked your ass, by the way, 'cuz you?re wack
Give a dog a bone so here?s a Lyte snack
Yo, yo
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?
Used to be a rookie singin? Latti Datti
Now me and Missy beco rockin? the party
Flooded Movado, ain?t I fly though
Never let ?em see you comin?, that?s my motto
I?m on it, I?m on it, I had the nigga goin?
Said I was a hot tomali, mind blowin?
It?s crucial, how some folks get bourgeois
Or bourgeois, did I lose you or did you lose me?
Either way we miles apart
I?m hittin? the ribbon, you at the start
I?m never, ever, ever, gonna let you think
That your shit don?t stink
So don?t come around here thinkin? you can?t get it
You?ll be the first to admit it
How you got punked by hip hop?s greatest
Missy and Lyte bringin? you the latest, yo, yo
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe, you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?
I treat niggas like they my hoe
Blaze ?em then I go, straight to the Nikko
Meet another Puerto Rico
Cute like tico, copy me like kinko
You know I?ma freak, yo
I don?t love them amigos
I?m straight to their pockets
Bow all their sockets
I?m plush like carpet
They wanna stick the target
I don?t give a fuck what you rock
'Cuz you see what I got, you want what I got
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe, you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in
From hustlin?, doublin? and publishin?
Want what I got
Want what I got? Come through then
You at home wit? a safe you ain?t got nothin? in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin? in

TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
but one by one your ass is gone
I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw
it's no more than a crap game, know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake 'em right they fake roll snake
eyes in the this industry that's how quick niggas die
Through my eyes its like Russian roulette
Never do you know when you about to get wet
So you should stay set so you don't fall and go under
Have people saying I wonder what happened to him or her
It's sad when you being to think you can be gone but you
can be gone in the blink of an eye, don't ask why cause you try
Somebody came along that was twice as fly
I remember when I hit the seen it was the second faze
Rope chains two finger rings, those where the days
Latin quarters m y puma suit was cool
Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool ya
gotta changed with the times like the weather
MC's that lasts is the MC's that's clover
You can't move to slow cause when
it's to time to go, you see it's to time to go
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day brother your ass is gone
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day sister your ass is gone
Come back after come back, nigga came back more wack
than the wackest wax on the rack, what's up with
that New Jacks are coming through taking no slack
They hungry and they looking for a spot to cop a squat
You better watch the clock it can be awfully embarrassing
to not know when it's time to let go of the rhyme
it's about half past the monkeys ass
You should have been gone but you
still trying to hang on, what happens when you
chilling at the level on the 10th floor nobody
knows your name anymore, aren't you?
Wait and let me think, just as quick as you
got large you can quickly shrink & sink into the crates and
collect dust, don't be mad cause it happens to best of us
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
but one by one your ass is gone
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
but one by one your ass is gone
To and from they come and go, you better change your flow
And then switch up your show, I seen some come with the
booming ass hits, then they gone but then they don't leave
with shit, you better tell an exec you need to be set
So when it's over you ain't living out your Land Rover
when you rap life dies
And you still alive nigga, you better know how to
survive it ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be
Letting niggas know what time it is
When it comes to me the L-Y-T-E
stronger than the ox the octane that
knocks in your brain I sustain
my mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean
Keep doing my thang, you can't move too slow
Cause when it's your time to go you gotta go, gotta go
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn

Within the depths of this infinite community
Emerges Lyte
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 the 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 prove
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 blinding
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 search 4 the Lyte
Now finding the Lyte is what's so difficult
And you can bet, that the results are
Splendorous, wonderful, yeah
What wouldn't you do?
'Cause once you've seen the Lyte, been with the Lyte
Got to the Lyte, got in the Lyte
I know that you just might

I just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
Understand what?
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
I just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
Understand what?
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 paper thin 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
I just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
Understand what?
I just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
Understand what?
Heres another story, a dude named Corey
When I used to work, yes, I was a clerk
At the World Trade 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, "Whats 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?"
I just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
Understand what?
I just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
Understand what?
I just want you to understand
I just want you to understand

When you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes to my head as just chit chatter
You may take this egostistical or just or worry free
But what you say I take none of it seriously
And even if I did I wouldn't tell you so
I'd let you pretend to read me
And then you'll know
'Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze
That I despize those who even try
To look into my eyes to see what I am
Thinking that dream is over, you gotta sink it
And I tell all of you like I told all of them
What you say to me is just paper thin, word
I'm not the kind of girl to try to play a man out
I take the money and the gear and then break the hell out
No, that's not my strategy, not the game I play
I admit I play game but it's not done that way
Truly when I get involved I give it my heart
I mean my mind, my soul, my body I mean every part
But if it doesn't work out, yo it just doesn't
It wasn't meant to be you know, it just wasn't
So I treat all of you like I treat all of them
And what you say to me is
Still paper thin in one ear and right out the other
Hurt is mumbo jumbo lover
I don't pay attention, I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this
A-hah, a-hah, a-hah
Sucker you missed, I put feelings aside, I know who I am
My name is Lyte, is your name Sam?
'Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost
Wrap your scarf around your throat and go back and catch a rope
And hit the road, Sam, don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road, Sam, don't you come back no more
So now I take precaution when choosing my mate
I do not touch until the third or fourth date
Then maybe we'll kiss on the fifth or sixth
Time to be me, kiss
'Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete
And then maybe I'll let you play with my feet
You could suck the big toe and play with the middle
It's so simple unlike a riddle, it's as easy as counting to 1-2-3
In other terms, letters L Y T E, I'll tell you, you, you and all of you
In the back and in the middle in the front
Yo, that's it paper thin word up, Lyte checkin' out

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

I may come on strong but that's what you like
You like a female MC who can handle the mic
How do I know? Because you told me so
You instantly prefer a pro to supervise the show
So that's why I'm here, don't mean to make a case of it
This rap here, well, it's just for the taste of it
I write the rap to make the whole world sing
And I'm the type of female, well, I like to swing
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
Party people in the place, since you started the case
Of a demonstration, I need concentration
So you can make a full examination
Then you will agree that I'm the best MC
And so is my deejay on the tables, Rock
This is the best jam that you could get
The rap by Lyte and the beat by Stetsa
(Beat by Stetsa, beat by Stetsa)
Never turn it down, 'cause it's what you requested
Any mike I hold, you know the big man pressed it
Sole believer in the rap, I say
You believe it too, that's why you never walk away
You like the way I do it, you like my style
Study me like a book, 'cause you know I'm worth your while
Expressions on my face show you just how I feel
Add a rap to my gestures, now you know the deal
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
'Cause yo, I am the best and that I'll boast
Sit down and be the guest and I'll be the host
It's wack to those that know and those that do not
Like, Coke is it, I hit the spot
Like 'Good Vibrations', I'm like Sunkist
The rap is smooth, 'cause it's sealed with chapstick
Not gonna say that I been rappin' since the day of birth
But I've acquired the knowledge like Ms. Butterworth
Ask me what's important, I tell you time and effort
Ask me how I do it, it's Lyte's [Incomprehensible] method yeah
Lyte is good, Bud Lite's good for ya
I'm exciting just like Toyota
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'
MC Lyte likes swingin'

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 would a 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
Eyes are the soul
Eyes are the soul
I look into his eyes, but he's so high
From the crack, he thinks that he can fly
He has problems he doesn't like solving
Takes one hit, and thinks the world stops revolving
19, His eyes full of tears
He hasn't smiled at least for a year
His mom is gone cause he was high one night
While they killed her, because of the crack pipe
He's wanted by the law
Because he's robbed at least three grocery stores
He's lost, all control
Take a look, eyes are the soul
Eyes are the soul
Eyes are the soul
Eyes are the soul
I look into her eyes, she's so young
But I know, where she's comin from
I've watched her grow, little girl down the street
White shirts and skirts with pleats
She cried, fear in her voice
Not knowing, she had a choice
Oh so sad, oh so lonely
If she knew that she's not the only
One in school that didn't use the caution
Facin, raisin a baby or abortion
Her mother said she had to leave
Who wants to be where a baby is not received
No ultimatum, she's goin to the g.y.n
To put it to an end
She's learned a lesson I suppose
I can tell, eyes are the soul
Eyes are the soul
Eyes are the soul

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 fuck 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 fucking death wish
Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka 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 fuck is up?"
What's up? But you say, "Fuck 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 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas 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
Motherfucka -- 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 fuck you think you are
Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you
I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka
Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache
too much shit

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
1-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
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
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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 L.A.
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
(rpt 1)
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
(rpt 1)
To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house

Kick this one here for me and my DJ
You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras
I'm the dopiest 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
Okay, 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 tip

I am back on the scene
I'm takin' it to the extreme
New plan, I've been schemin'
Raw type stuff, I know you've been feedin'
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 MC Lyte
And I deliver as quick as you call my name
I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, beyond the hype
We 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 don'ts 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
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, beyond the hype
We got to try to break on through, beyond the hype
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through
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 vibe and let it go
So now I come to you
Bearing gifts that certainly uplift
From coast to coast, Midwest, I'm the most
But still not on a high post
I'm comin', just call my name
Beyond the hype, beyond the fame
'Down to Earth', I'm just that type
To take you and move beyond the hype
We got to try to move beyond, beyond the hype
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, I'm comin'
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, I'm comin'
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, beyond the hype
I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin'
To the extreme