Mc Lyte - Shut The Eff Up! Lyrics
(i think it's time i start feeling *****yI've been too nice too longYup, 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 statingYou have all waited, now you can stop waitingShall i ease into the disses, go 20, then 30Or shall i got straight to 80 percent?Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissedThe party's not over, it's just beginningBecause 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 spareSo i'ma kick this rhyme right now and right hereI'd tell your name, but that would give you fameAnd i ain't out to give you what you don't haveSo i sit back and relax, cause it makes me laughI could diss, call you names and make fun of you(hoe) but me the lyte, i'm into speakin the truthLike a watchtower, hour by the hourLyte is rhymin, perfect timinMilk 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 down6-7-8) lyte'll start the debate[ chorus ](hot damn, hoe)(shut the ***** up)(hot damn, hoe)(shut the ***** up)(hot damn, hoe)(shut the ***** 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 badEveryone has been in you, isn't that sad?Bodily vibrations? don't make me laughWeight watchers is waiting, here's a free passYou ain't gettin loose, you *****in jerkAnd you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laidSexin and suckin, yeah, that is your tradePut on this earth just to distract meGet those to write rhymes and try to attack meYou will get nowhere, the lyte is too blindingTell me, why must i keep remindingYou to step back, let the lyte shineDo not take shit till you write your own rhymes[ chorus ][ verse 3 ]Your mold is fake, crayola, crayonDon't dare to sleep or even prey onThe lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strongAnd the rhymes i create are made to last longLet me wise you up, rappin isn't a sportYou either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taughtAnd being that you are not wise enough to do it on your ownThe ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphoneDropped a little vinyl, now you think you're largeStep aside, lyte thee mc is in chargeDon't sleep on me, i'm far, far, far from dumbSo roll correctly if you decide to comeMc sucker, this is what you waited forI'm sick of the battle, let's go to warWhy do you challenge me, lyte thee mcDid not you know that i am crazy?My screws are quite loose, in fact i don't have anyBut when it comes to rhymes, i've got manyLike i said and will have to sayOver and over, cause you disobeyHere on this earth i reign superiorOne of these days i will have to get with yaTear you up mentally, from limb to limbCause i am the lyte, and you are just paperthin[ chorus ][ verse 4 ]I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happenYou plopped off fast on the scene and start rappinNow it is my duty, to all mc'sTo ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, pleaseNow i was quite polite, nice i might addBut you insist on stayin, that makes me madBut then again i don't mind, i've got someone to pick onWrite rhymes to diss and even play tricks onYou ain't really down, you wig-wearin clownBurrowin money to buy an outfitNot even good enough for a sunday picnicI ask you: do you know who you're *****in with?With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skipsI'm mc lyte a/k/a mc paybackPayback is a *****, and i'm givin you no slackUnfinished business, that shit was wackSo lyte made no attempt to strike backBut 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 pissedI suggest that you don't try to diss[ chorus ][ verse 5 ]You better watch what you say to me, cause i can get evilThe things that i'm capable of are unbelievableIn 10% i popped your head in a microwaveI'm into blenders now, so you better behaveOr put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toastedBetter yet an oven, because you're gettin roastedDon't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped youYou ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked youYou musta had some wack crack (real wack crack)Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin backBut let me school ya, lyte is runnin this showSo yo, hoe, i think you oughta goBefore lyte thee mc gets into it (into it)But remember, you forced me to do it[ chorus ]Yo, now you knowAnd no one's have to battleSlime
