Mc Lyte - Kamikaze Lyrics
Outside of me, you try to picture meYoung and black, that aint no mysteryBut inside runs deep like an oceanYou couldnt understand if I spoke in slow motionIm tryin like hell to get some resultsBut you can bet your ass that its difficultThey try to keep it down, because I talk to a beatIn other words, because I try to teachBut if I talk that yang-yang shitLike u cant touch this, that shitll hitDont we have any morals anymore?Or did rap take the toll out the *****in door?Well if it did, hardcores back to claim itIma take it, change it, ***** it, rename itI got the plan, now lets make it effectiveYou hip-hoppers you got to be selectiveAnd stop lettin that bullshit slide for rapCant you see that its a brainwash.. trap?I rap a cha cha cha, and I sat and watchedYou liked that shit, you rock around the *****in clockBut when I talk of education, you fear thatDrugs and such, you dont wanna hear thatFirst I pleased you, now I teach youDont you dare try to bite the hand thatll lead youTo the pot of gold, over the rainbowLytell guide you, I know the way to goSo just close your eyes and just take my handRemember mc lyte has the master planWe can go thick, in a posseYou aint said nuttin slick, Im goin kamikaze..Inside of me, you try to picture meCan you detect, can you see Im angry?Well usually lyte dont get upsetBut when I see wack shit gettin pressed I get vexedTurn on the video -- whats this mess?A disgrace to rap and Im not impressedSo just leave, get out my domainYou lame sucker, you *****in no-nameTakin up my airtime, with thatWeak whack full of full of bullshit rhymeSo step off roach, or get stepped uponBecause my rhymes they spray like d-con 4Do you want more?Cause I floor.. any emceeThat wanna gets with meSo yo, pack your bags, and skedaddleJust walk, cause you dont wanna battleI got the button thatll get rid of wack emceesIts called the brooklynizer, have you beggin on your kneesSo quit takin up space on the cd rackYou better prepare, cause lyte gives no slackInside of me, dwells a hundred maniacsWaitin for the kickoff, waitin for attackWho gives a *****? ? bring your posse!Cause in the 90s, lyte is goin kamikaze..Inside -- theres no flipsideOutside theres more than meets the eyeSo now you know, not because youre guessinBut because I told you so, I never fessEveryone wants to rap, whats this a wagon?Bring your band and hop and start dragginAll you rappers, youre *****in impersonatorsSayin Ill rap now, and learn how to rap laterNo time for that, time is too shortAnd the rappin gift it can not be boughtA solo artist - hah, you cant beMaybe youll look better with a posseBut all that youre talkin, you aint sayin shit!So why you where you at? I think you oughta quitPosses dont matter in the 90sHeres a warning -- lyte is goin kamikaze!
