10% Dis (LP Version) 1988 MC Lyte

เพลง10% Dis (LP Version)

ศิลปิน: MC Lyte

อัลบัม: Lyte As A Rock

ออกเมื่อ: 14-02-1988

10% Dis (LP Version) - MC Lyte

Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn

Hot damn, hot damn hoe, here we go again

Suckers steal a beat, when you know they cant win

You stole the beat, are you havin' fun?

Now, me and the Auds gonna show you how its done

You are what I label as a, nerver plucker

Youre pluckin' my nerves, you MC sucka

I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn

That I am like a stop, and my word is Bond

Like James, killin' everybody in sight

The codes three-six, the name is Lyte

After this jam, I really dont give a damn

'Cause Ima run and tell your whole damn clan, that youre a

Beat biter, dope style taker

Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a faker

Beat biter, dope style taker

Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a faker

Milks bodyguard, is my bodyguard too

You wanna get hurt, well this is what you do

You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next

Follow instructions, dont 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 aint nuttin' but a faker

Beat biter, dope style taker

Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a faker

Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin' mic

You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike

Heres a milkbone, a sign of recognition

Dont turn away, I think you should listen close

Dont boast, you said you wasnt braggin'

You fuckin' liar, youre chasin' a chuckwagon

The only way you learn you have to be taught

That if a beat is not for sale, then it cant be bought

When you leave the mic, you claim its smokin'

Unlike Rakim, you are a joke

And I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep

'Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo, I dont sleep

Beat biter, dope style taker

Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a faker

Beat biter, dope style taker

Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a faker

When Im 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 Im not tryin' to say that Im into static

But yo, if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it

'Cause I aint goin out like a sucker no way

So I sit around the way for you to make my day

We can go for the hands, better yet for the words

'Cause youll be ignored, and at the same time, Ill be heard

Throughout the city, the town and the country

The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky

There is no delayin in the rhyme Im sayin'

Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin'

So sit back Jack, and listen to this its 10% dis

 

'Cause Im just about ready to fly this fist, against your lips

 

But Ill wait for the day or night that you approach

And Ima serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast

Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble

Your skin just crumble, a battles no trouble

Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get stupid

This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is rulin' it

I hate to laugh in your face, but youre funny

Your beat, your rhymin', your timin', all crummy

On the topic of rappin', I should write a pamphlet, better yet a booklet

 

Your rap is weak homegirl and its definitely crooked

 

Others write your rhymes, while I write my own

I dont create a character, when Im 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 dont believe me, then youll have to learn

This aint as hard as MC Lyte can get

And matter of fact, you aint 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 dont wanna come in the 90s and see me at a jam

When a, mic is handy, ten feet away

I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet

 

Set assure, you know I dont 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 aint nuttin' but a faker

Beat biter, dope style taker

Tell you to your face, you aint nuttin' but a faker

***เนื้อเพลงจากที่อื่น***

Album default
00:00/00:00
(0)