MC Lyte - Slave 2 the Rhythm lyrics
MC Lyte [Lana Michele Moorer] Queens, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[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 rockin
Listen, hoe, cause I'm the Lyte one
And if you're lookin for a fight
You found the right one
(They call me Lyte)
(And I'm a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress
Ready to party)
I'm not a procrastinator, or a instigator
But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic
I'm the creator i never look for trouble
But somehow it finds me
But yo, I just conquer it
And leave it all behind me
The L-y-t-e, very outspoken
And when I rock a rhyme
Sometimes I leave you chokin
I'm the MC Lyte, comin live and direct
I never lose a battle
Cause I always come correct
In any case I win, again and again
You see Lyte is at the top till the very end
And even though I may be short, believe
I don't take none
Try your luck and we'll see who will get done
I mean immediately, like quick fast
Don't turn your back
Cause this mic'll be in your ass
And don't take what I say too lightly
I beat you, defeat you so quietly
Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornado
Cause in the rap field Lyte's the fuckin a k
A doe the capital L, the y to the e
Shit, give me room and I'll slay an MC
Whether it's in a crowd, or on the sneak tip
I wax you and your posse
Watch you trip and flip as you drop the mic
Cause you don't have the gift
To rip a style, fast or slow
(Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it
Sniffin up blow
Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given
What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm
Bein that I'm dissin, I was reminiscin
You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission
(Yo, what you tellin me
Lyte?) she was ass-kissin
No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk
(Cool, Lyte, I think her feelings are hurt)
Alright, I'll chill and I'll
Come to my senses but next time you diss
Think of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like barbwire
Try to touch me, yo
You're bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo
You're lost i be forced to show and
Prove exactly who's the boss
Who gets the income - and then some
I don't diss you for the money
I diss you for the fun
Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given
What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm
It took a whole album for you
To try and diss me
And ha ha ha, slum bitch, you still missed me
But yo, I'm off the dissin tip
Cause that takes no creation
I'm into other things that
Bring me commendation
So I rap about funny things
Or issues that are serious
Sometimes I rap a topic that
Leave my people curious
And other times I diss to
Put one in their place if I diss you on wax
Then I will diss you to your face
Some say I'm foul
And they don't like the way I'm livin
But yo, ask me if I care
I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave
I'm just a slave to the goddamn rhythm
(They call me Lyte)
(And I'm a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress
Ready to party)
'Gangstress', don't make me laugh ha ha ha
And keep your eyes on this
And keep your eyes on THIS
(They call me Lyte)
(And I'm a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress
Ready to party)
But you still keep clockin?
And no matter how hard you jinx
I keep rockin
Listen, hoe, cause I'm the Lyte one
And if you're lookin for a fight
You found the right one
(They call me Lyte)
(And I'm a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress
Ready to party)
I'm not a procrastinator, or a instigator
But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic
I'm the creator i never look for trouble
But somehow it finds me
But yo, I just conquer it
And leave it all behind me
The L-y-t-e, very outspoken
And when I rock a rhyme
Sometimes I leave you chokin
I'm the MC Lyte, comin live and direct
I never lose a battle
Cause I always come correct
In any case I win, again and again
You see Lyte is at the top till the very end
And even though I may be short, believe
I don't take none
Try your luck and we'll see who will get done
I mean immediately, like quick fast
Don't turn your back
Cause this mic'll be in your ass
And don't take what I say too lightly
I beat you, defeat you so quietly
Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornado
Cause in the rap field Lyte's the fuckin a k
A doe the capital L, the y to the e
Shit, give me room and I'll slay an MC
Whether it's in a crowd, or on the sneak tip
I wax you and your posse
Watch you trip and flip as you drop the mic
Cause you don't have the gift
To rip a style, fast or slow
(Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it
Sniffin up blow
Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given
What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm
Bein that I'm dissin, I was reminiscin
You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission
(Yo, what you tellin me
Lyte?) she was ass-kissin
No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk
(Cool, Lyte, I think her feelings are hurt)
Alright, I'll chill and I'll
Come to my senses but next time you diss
Think of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like barbwire
Try to touch me, yo
You're bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo
You're lost i be forced to show and
Prove exactly who's the boss
Who gets the income - and then some
I don't diss you for the money
I diss you for the fun
Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given
What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm
It took a whole album for you
To try and diss me
And ha ha ha, slum bitch, you still missed me
But yo, I'm off the dissin tip
Cause that takes no creation
I'm into other things that
Bring me commendation
So I rap about funny things
Or issues that are serious
Sometimes I rap a topic that
Leave my people curious
And other times I diss to
Put one in their place if I diss you on wax
Then I will diss you to your face
Some say I'm foul
And they don't like the way I'm livin
But yo, ask me if I care
I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave
I'm just a slave to the goddamn rhythm
(They call me Lyte)
(And I'm a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress
Ready to party)
'Gangstress', don't make me laugh ha ha ha
And keep your eyes on this
And keep your eyes on THIS
(They call me Lyte)
(And I'm a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress
Ready to party)