Mc Lyte - Slave 2 The Rhythm Lyrics
Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin?And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockinListen, hoe, cause Im the lyte oneAnd if youre lookin for a fight, you found the right one(they call me lyte)(and Im a slave to the rhythm)(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)[ verse 1 ]Im not a procrastinator, or a instigatorBut when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, Im the creatorI never look for trouble, but somehow it finds meBut yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind meThe l-y-t-e, very outspokenAnd when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokinIm mc lyte, comin live and directI never lose a battle, cause I always come correctIn any case I win, again and againYou see lyte is at the top till the very endAnd even though I may be short, believe, I dont take noneTry your luck and well see who will get doneI mean immediately, like quick fastDont turn your back, cause this micll be in your assAnd dont take what I say too lightlyI beat you, defeat you so quietlySneak up and hit you like a *****in tornadoCause in the rap field lytes the *****in a/k/a doeThe capital l, the y to the eShit, give me room and Ill slay an mcWhether its in a crowd, or on the sneak tipI wax you and your posse watch you trip and flipAs you drop the mic, cause you dont have the giftTo rip a style, fast or slow(why, lyte? ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up blowDont get mad, its just a talent I was givenWhat Im sayin, Im a slave to the rhythm[ verse 2 ]Bein that Im dissin, I was reminiscinYou was at my show, yo, you was on a mission(yo, what you tellin me, lyte? ) she was ass-kissinNo show, you hoe, no work, you jerk(cool, lyte, I think her feelings are hurt)Alright, Ill chill and Ill come to my sensesBut next time you diss, think of the consequencesYo, I am no joke, Im sharp like barbwireTry to touch me, yo, youre bound to catch a fireI never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, youre lostI be forced to show and prove exactly whos the bossWho gets the income - and then someI dont diss you for the money, I diss you for the funDont get mad, its just a talent I was givenWhat Im sayin, Im a slave to the rhythm[ verse 3 ]It took a whole album for you to try and diss meAnd ha-ha-ha, slum *****, you still missed meBut yo, Im off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creationIm into other things that bring me commodationSo I rap about funny things, or issues that are seriousSometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curiousAnd other times I diss to put one in their placeIf I diss you on wax, then I will diss you to your faceSome say Im foul, and they dont like the way Im livinBut yo, ask me if I care...Im just a slave, Im just a slave, Im just a slaveTo the goddamn rhythm(they call me lyte)(and Im a slave to the rhythm)(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)gangstress, dont make me laughHa-ha-haAnd keep your eyes on thisAnd keep your eyes on this(they call me lyte)(and Im a slave to the rhythm)(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)[ slave 2 the rhythm disses antoinette ]
