Mc Lyte - 10% Dis Lyrics
(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)*mc lytes voice gradually fades in*Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damnHot damn! hot damn hoe, here we go againSuckers steal a beat, when you know they cant winYou stole the beat, are you havin fun?Now me and the auds gonna show you how its doneYou are what I label as a, nerver pluckerYoure pluckin my nerves, you mc suckaI thought I oughta tell you, better yet warnThat I am like a stop, and my word is bondLike james, killin everybody in sightThe codes three-six, the name is lyteAfter this jam, I really dont give a damnCause ima run and tell your whole damn clanThat youre aBeat biter! dope style taker!Tell you to your face you aint nuttin but a faker!(repeat 2x)Hit me why dontcha, hit me why dontcha?Milks bodyguard, is my bodyguard tooYou wanna get hurt, well this is what you doYou put your left foot up, and then your right foot nextFollow instructions, dont lose the contextThirty days a month your mood is rudeWe know the cause of your bloody attitudeBeat biter! dope style taker!Tell you to your face you aint nuttin but a faker!(repeat 2x)Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin micYou shoulda won applause as a rakim sound-alikeHeres a milkbone, a sign of recognitionDont turn away, I think you should listen closeDont boast, you said you wasnt bragginYou *****in liar, youre chasin a chuckwagonThe only way you learn you have to be taughtThat if a beat is not for sale, then it cant be boughtWhen you leave the mic, you claim its smokinUnlike rakim, you are a jokeAnd I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deepCause with a sister like lyte, yo I dont sleepBeat biter! dope style taker!Tell you to your face you aint nuttin but a faker!(repeat 2x)When Im in a jam, with my homegirl jillMy cousin trey across the room with a posse to killSo I step in the middle, shake it just a littleWait for some female to step up and pop junkGive my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punkNow Im not tryin to say that Im into staticBut yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have itCause I aint goin out like a sucker no waySo I sit around the way for you to make my dayWe can go for the hands, better yet for the wordsCause youll be ignored, and at the same time, Ill be heardThroughout the city, the town and the countryThe beat is funky, my rhyme is spunkyThere is no delayin in the rhyme Im sayinNeither are the flaws of what my dj is playinSo sit back jack, and listen to thisIts 10% dis..Cause Im just about ready to fly this fistAgainst your lips!But Ill wait for the day or night that you approachAnd ima serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubbleYour skin just crumble, a battles no troubleGet my homegirls dohni and kiki to get stupidThis thing called hip-hop, lyte is rulin itI hate to laugh in your face, but youre funnyYour beat, your rhymin, your timin, all crummyOn the topic of rappin, I should write a pamphletBetter yet a booklet..Your rap is weak homegirlAnd its definitely crooked!Others write your rhymes, while I write my ownI dont create a character, when Im on the microphoneI am myself, no games to be playedNo script to be written, no scene to be madeI am the director, as far as you are concernedYou dont believe me, then youll have to learnThis aint as hard as mc lyte can getAnd matter of fact, you aint seen nothin yet!So never let me step into a party hardyTalk to some people and then hear from somebodyyou wanna battle? cause you know where I amYou dont wanna come in the 90s and see me at a jamWhen a, mic is handy, ten feet awayI stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magneticSet assure, you know I dont playWhen it comes down to it, the nitty grittyFor a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pityBeat biter! dope style taker!Tell you to your face you aint nuttin but a faker!(repeat 2x)
