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Song title: Mc Lyte - 10% Dis

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(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)

*mc lytes voice gradually fades in*

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!
(repeat 2x)

Hit me why dontcha, hit me why dontcha?
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!
(repeat 2x)

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!
(repeat 2x)

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 magnetic
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!
(repeat 2x)