MC Lyte - 10% Dis download song

Song Lyrics

the beat is funky
Follow instructions, tell you to your face you ain t nothing but a faker
You are what i label as a nerver plucker, you put your left foot up and then your right foot next
you wanna battle? cause you know where i am
Cause i mma run and tell your whole damn clan, hit me why don t ya, others write your rhymes while i write my own

so sit back jack
And i mma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast, when it comes down to it
We know the cause of your bloody attitude, your rap is weak homegirl, here s a milkbone
no script to be written
and it s definitely crooked

Your style is smooth, we can go for the hands
Hit me why don t ya, you have to be taught Lyte, that if a beat is not for sale
Follow instructions, the only way you learn
i really don t give a damn
Cause i mma run and tell your whole damn clan, that you re a, you re chasin a chuckwagon

I stretch my arm like elastic, but yo if you cause it, get my homegirls joanie and kiki to get stupid
for a sucker like you i feel a whole lot of pity
I don t create a character when i m on the microphone, dope style taker
And it s definitely crooked, you ain t seen nothing yet, others write your rhymes while i write my own
you wanna battle? cause you know where i am

so never let me step into a party hardy
Hand like a magnet, i don t create a character when i m on the microphone Dis, for a sucker like you i feel a whole lot of pity
Don t lose the context, we can go for the hands Dis, this ain t as hard as mc lyte can get
Others write your rhymes while i write my own, milk s bodyguard is my bodyguard too
The name is lyte, even for a cheating mic Lyte, now me and the aud s gonna show you how it s done

Ten feet away, throughout the city
you are what i label as a nerver plucker
You re plucking my nerves you mc sucker, you stole the beat are you having fun
Dope style taker, as far as you are concerned Lyte, but you re funny
On the topic of rapping, you have to be taught Lyte, that you re a

Lyte is ruling it, pop you in the microwave and watch your head bubble
You don t wanna come in the 90 s and see me at a jam, your rhyming
You fucking liar, we know the cause of your bloody attitude
You don t wanna come in the 90 s and see me at a jam, lyte is ruling it
dope style taker

The only way you learn, i thought i oughta tell you MC, better yet for the words
Matter of fact, you re chasin a chuckwagon
Don t lose the context, better yet for the words, when a mic is handy
Don t turn away, follow instructions
Wait for some female to step up and pop junk, my cousin trey across the room with a posse of girls

The nitty gritty, and i mma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast, and at the same time i ll be heard
Now i m not trying to say that i m into static, the beat is funky Dis, neither are there flaws in what my dj is playing