(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)
*MC Lyte`s 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 can`t win
You stole the beat, are you havin 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 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 code`s three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jam, I really don`t give a damn
Cause I`ma run and tell your whole damn clan
that you`re a
Beat biter! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain`t nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2X)
Hit me why don`tcha, hit me why don`tcha?
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 nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2X)
Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic
You shoulda won applause 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 braggin
You fuckin 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 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 don`t sleep
Beat biter! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain`t nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2X)
When I`m 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 I`m not tryin to say that I`m into static
But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it
Cause I ain`t 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 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 delayin in the rhyme I`m sayin
Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin
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`ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!
Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle`s 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 you`re 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 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
And matter of fact, you ain`t 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 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, head like a magnetic
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 nuttin but a faker!
(repeat 2X)
