MC Lyte - 10% Dis lyrics
[MC Lyte - 10% Dis lyrics]
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
Hot damn hot damn, ho, here we go again
Suckers steal a beat when you
Know they can't win
You stole the beat are you having fun?
Now me and the Aud's gonna
Show you how it's done
You are what I label as a nerver plucker
You're plucking my nerves you MC sucker
I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn
That I am like a stock and my word is bond
Like James, killing everybody in sight
The code's three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jam, I really don't give a damn
'Cause I'mma run and tell
Your whole damn clan that you're a
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Hit me why don't ya, hit me, why don't ya?
Milk's 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, don't 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
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic
You shoulda won a prize
As a Rakim sound-alike
Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition
Don't turn away
I think you should listen close
Don't boast, you said you wasn't bragging
You fucking liar, you're chasin' a chuckwagon
The only way you learn, you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale
Then it can't be bought
When you leave the mic
You claim it's smoking
Unlike Rakim, you are a joke
And I think you ought to stop
Before you get in too deep
'Cause with a sister like Lyte
Yo I don't sleep
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room
With a posse of girls
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 I'm not trying to say
That I'm into static
But, yo, if you cause it, yep
We gotta have it
'Cause I ain't going 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 you'll be ignored
And at the same time I'll be heard
Throughout the city, the town and the country
The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky
There is no delaying in the rhyme I'm saying
Neither are there flaws in what
My DJ is playing
So sit back Jack, and listen to this
It's 10% dis
'Cause I'm just about ready to fly
This fist against your lips
But I'll wait for the day
Or night that you approach
And I'mma serve and burn ya
Like a piece of toast
Pop you in the microwave and
Watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble
Get my homegirls Joanie and
Kiki to get stupid
This thing called Hip-Hop, Lyte is ruling it
I hate to laugh in your face
But you're funny
Your beat, your rhyming, your timing
All crummy on the topic of rapping
I should write a pamphlet
Better yet a booklet
Your rap is weak homegirl
And it's definitely crooked
Others write your rhymes while I write my own
I don't create a character when
I'm 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 don't believe me
Then you'll have to learn
This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get
Matter of fact, you ain't seen nothing 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 don't wanna come in the 90's
And see me at a jam
When a mic is handy, ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic
Hand like a magnet
Set assure, you know I don't 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
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Hot damn hot damn, ho, here we go again
Suckers steal a beat when you
Know they can't win
You stole the beat are you having fun?
Now me and the Aud's gonna
Show you how it's done
You are what I label as a nerver plucker
You're plucking my nerves you MC sucker
I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn
That I am like a stock and my word is bond
Like James, killing everybody in sight
The code's three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jam, I really don't give a damn
'Cause I'mma run and tell
Your whole damn clan that you're a
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Hit me why don't ya, hit me, why don't ya?
Milk's 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, don't 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
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic
You shoulda won a prize
As a Rakim sound-alike
Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition
Don't turn away
I think you should listen close
Don't boast, you said you wasn't bragging
You fucking liar, you're chasin' a chuckwagon
The only way you learn, you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale
Then it can't be bought
When you leave the mic
You claim it's smoking
Unlike Rakim, you are a joke
And I think you ought to stop
Before you get in too deep
'Cause with a sister like Lyte
Yo I don't sleep
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room
With a posse of girls
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 I'm not trying to say
That I'm into static
But, yo, if you cause it, yep
We gotta have it
'Cause I ain't going 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 you'll be ignored
And at the same time I'll be heard
Throughout the city, the town and the country
The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky
There is no delaying in the rhyme I'm saying
Neither are there flaws in what
My DJ is playing
So sit back Jack, and listen to this
It's 10% dis
'Cause I'm just about ready to fly
This fist against your lips
But I'll wait for the day
Or night that you approach
And I'mma serve and burn ya
Like a piece of toast
Pop you in the microwave and
Watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble
Get my homegirls Joanie and
Kiki to get stupid
This thing called Hip-Hop, Lyte is ruling it
I hate to laugh in your face
But you're funny
Your beat, your rhyming, your timing
All crummy on the topic of rapping
I should write a pamphlet
Better yet a booklet
Your rap is weak homegirl
And it's definitely crooked
Others write your rhymes while I write my own
I don't create a character when
I'm 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 don't believe me
Then you'll have to learn
This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get
Matter of fact, you ain't seen nothing 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 don't wanna come in the 90's
And see me at a jam
When a mic is handy, ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic
Hand like a magnet
Set assure, you know I don't 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
Ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you
Ain't nothing but a faker
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