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Cold Rock A Party (Bad Boy Remix)[Intro: Puff Daddy & MC Lyte]
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I rock the party that rocks your body
I rock the party that rocks your body (Let's go)
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh-huh, yeah
The remix, haha

[Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy]
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
So what's your status?
I be the baddest B to hit the scene
Since the gangsta lean, I'm all ears
So what you got to say? I hope you bubblin' it baby
Now bubblin' it my way, let it rain
Ain't no salt up in the game (Nah), still want you the same (Yeah)
Ain't a thing changed, instead of knockin' boots
We be kickin' down Gortex
Except it ain't raw sex, roughnecks (Yeah)
Throw your hands in the air, let me hear you say "Oh, yeah"
Trust you me, I'll blow up shop
About to blow the roof right off of hip-hop

[Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy]
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
I'm the M-I-double-S-S, yo' best-best
Bitch from V-A-A, and I be smokin' hay
All day in the barn, damn it, darn, uh
Puff Daddy be my pal when I hee-hee
Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-how, I took your number one spot
I jump, skip then I hop, I'm so hot
So you can't forget-me-not (Woo) to the yes, yes, y'all
I'ma take a pause
'Cause I be "Feelin' Myself" like I was T-Boz, uh-uh
Puff Daddy makin' cream, the L-Y-T to the E make 'em scream
And I'ma sho' 'nuff be the boss on this team
Show all you MC's how Missy make the green, uh-huh, uh-huh (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

[Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy]
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)

[Verse 3: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy]
Some say I'm shady (That's right), that's me
Complicated rap star, meet Lyte the MC
You see I'm on to you baby and your mechanism
How you hit it when you're in it
So hot you keep it sizzlin', no "ooh-ah-chee-ooh"
And all of that too, keep me wetter than the waters of Kalamazoo
Nigga, who you comin' wit'?
Where your posse at? I leave the boys alone
Tell her you won't be back, I got the cheese, baby (Yeah)
My cheddar's better (Uh-huh), I got that milk
For that amaretto, trust you me, I'll blow up shop
Have a little nig' callin' the cops, watch

[Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy]
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body, body, body
I rock the party that rocks the body
You rock the party that rocks the body

[Post-Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy]
I rock the party that rocks the body ('Round and 'round you're turnin' me)
You rock the party that rocks the body
Upside down you turnin' me, turnin' me
'Round and 'round you're turnin' me, turnin' me (Uh)

[Chorus: MC Lyte & Puff Daddy]
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Uh-huh, yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah)
I rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah)
You rock the party that rocks the body (Yeah)

[Outro: Puff Daddy & MC Lyte]
(I rock the party) Upside down you turnin' me, turnin' me
'Round and 'round you're turnin' me, turnin' me, yeah
Upside down you turnin' me, turnin' me, Bad Boy
'Round, 'round
'Round, 'round, 'round you're turnin' me, turnin' me
C'mon
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Keep On Keepin’ On[Verse 1]
B-boy where the fuck you at
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby come and get your supper
Before I make you suffer, that's when you had enough-a
Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot
Surely I can if you the man
I get loose and produce large amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy
To enter me and get it on
You're getting warm
I can feel you getting closer
Now baby, down this Mimosa
You better believe it's time to give a toast to
The woman of the decade, too bad to be played
Get vexed and I'm bound to throw shade
All over your body
Whose body, your body
I can rock a party like nobody
Leaving time to take home the loot
Choosy about who I let knock my boots
Now let me take sight while your loving the Lyte
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right

[Hook]
Keep on, keeping on cause you came and you changed my world
Your love so brand new, keep on keep keeping on
Doin it right, right, right

[Verse 2]
Beware of the stare when I step into peace
I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released
Now who from the chosen shall I choose
Yeah now you wish you was in his shoes
I found me a new nigga this year
That knows how to handle this here
Now I look forward to going home at night
Brother does me right under the candlelight
Wax upon my back can I handle all of that
I guess I can, can I why not
If I wanna guess I can, can I
More honey than a bumble-bee hive
Pulling sixty-nine ways in my archive
Sweet like licorice, sugar for my booga
Juicy like Hi-C or an Icee
I got shit to make your ass write a bad check
Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to
As I proceed to open up and feed you
I got a longing to put you where you wanna be
Been I can, I get rid of all company

[Hook]

Many have tried strict regulations
Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation
Those that didn't perform well
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell
You're playing with my time
Trying to jerk me, hurt me then dessert me
You better work me while you got the oppurtunity
To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell
Only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy does it never ask how was it
Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets
Cause that ain't cool and that ain't cute
To talk about who knocked the boots on a video shoot
But it's all good though, you gotta get it when you want it
Sight your prey, make your move and hop up on it
It's natural, never be ashamed
Fuck the fame, get the name and kick the game

[Hook]
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Lyte as a Rock[Hook]
I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 3X)

[Milk]
Do you understand the metaphoric phrase 'Lyte as a Rock?'
It's explaining, how heavy the young lady is
You know what I'm saying King?

[King of Chill]
Yes my brother, but I would consider 'Lyte as a Rock'
A simile because of the usage of the word 'as'
And now... directly from the planet of Brooklyn
MC Lyte—as a Rock!

[MC Lyte]
Must I say it again? I said it before
Move out the way when I'm coming through the door
Me, heavy? As Lyte as a Rock
Guys watch, even some of the girls clock
Step back, it ain't that type of party
No reply if you ain't somebody
Get out my face, don't wanna hear no more
If you hate rejection, don't try to score
First base? You ain't got what it takes
You smile, you wink, you big fake flake
You're so pathetic you make my stomach turn
You beg, you borrow, now you have to learn

[Hook]
I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 2X)

[MC Lyte]
Lyte as a Rock, or I should say a boulder
Rolling down your neck, pounding on your shoulders
Never shall I be an emcee, called a wannabe
I am the Lyte, L-Y-T-E
This is the way it is, don't ever forget
Hear the rhyme by someone else and you know they bit
All in the way, just little obstacles
Chew em up, spit em out, just like popsicles
Suckers out of my way, we're not on the same wavelength
I show stability, potential and strength
On the other hand, you are weak and unruly
Could never be a spy, cause you're just a plain stoolie

[Hook]
I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 2X)

[MC Lyte]
I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a slave to the rhythm
Def rhymes on the microphone is what I'm givin
Yes I am a Rock and you are just a pebble
Milk turn up the bass, and Rock adjust the levels
If a rap can paint a thousand words then I can paint a million
Wait, Lyte is capable of painting a bazillion raps
So when I say it, this is what I mean
Audio Two an alliance on the scene
And I'd like to say whassup to my producer King of Chill
Party people are you ready, jam if you will
Never underestimate Lyte the Emcee; I am a rapper who is here
To make the things the way they're meant to be
The World Ultimate, I'm here to take the title
But I had a little trouble upon, my arrival
But I got rid of those who, tried to rock me
Lyte is here, no one can stop me

[Hook]
I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 2X)

[MC Lyte]
There are Hip-Hop leaders, this you know
We also have, hip-hoppers that follow
By the tone of my voice, you can tell I am a scholar
I'm also the leader of the hip-hop followers
Now get this, I'm at a jam and I'm rockin it
Suckers like a checkerboard, when black is clockin it
The grace as I ease across the stage
Bars around the audience, sort of like a cage
They laugh, cause they assume I'm in prison
But in reality, they're locked in
Once again I'll state that I can't be stopped
Cause yo, I am as Lyte, as, Rock!

[Hook]
I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 6X)

[Hook]
I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 4X)

[Hook]
I am the Lyte "a-a-a-a-a-a-as-as-a-rock" L-Y, L-L-Y-T-E
(repeat 4X to fade)
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RuffneckGotta who? Gotta have a what?

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

[Verse 1]
I need a ruffneck
I need a dude with a attitude
Only needs his fingers with his food
Karl Kani saggin', timbos draggin'
Frontin' in his ride with his home boys braggin'
Lying 'bout the Lyte how he knocked boots last night
But he's a ruffneck, so that's alright
Triple o baldie under the hood
Makin' noise with the boys, up to no good
C-low on the down low
Cops come around so ruffneck front like he gotta go
Evil grin with a mouth full of gold teeth
Startin' beef is how he spells relief
Actin' like he don't care
But all I gotta do is beep him 911 and he'll be there
Right by my side with his ruffneck tactics
Ruffneck attitude, the ruffneck bastard

[Hook]
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck
Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck
I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck!

[Verse 2]
I need a ruffneck
I need a man that's quick and swift
To put out the spliff and get stiff
Boxer shorts, everything is fitting large
But he don’t gotta be large to be in charge
Pumpin' in and out and out and in and here we go
He knows exactly how I want my flow and that's slow
Never questioning can he get buck wild
He's gotta smack it, lick it, swallow it up style
Drink a beer, sittin' his chair
Hands in his pants, fiddlin' with his dick hairs
He's a rudeboy, a raggamuf'
Ready to bag another brother that he ranks not ruff enough
Cause if it ain't ruff it ain't right
And if he ain't ruff, well then he's all wrong for the Lyte
I love my ruffneck and ain't nothing going down
Or going up if my ruffneck ain't in town

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I need a ruffneck
I need a man that don't snitch like a bitch
Shed tears or switch
Doin' whatever it takes to make ends meet
But never meetin' the end cause he knows the street
He eat, sleep, shit, fuck, eat, sleep, shit
Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick
Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here
Hit'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there
On the avenue girls are passin' thru
Too much of ruffneck so they ain't havin' you
Hard boppin' always grabbin' his jock and braggin' about his tec
Is the wannabe ruffneck
That's the kind you gotta watch out for
Just to get a rep he'll pull the plug on the tour
Pissin' in corners, doing 80 by funeral mourners
Showing little respect, now that's a ruffneck!

[Hook repeats]
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10% Dis[Verse 1]
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—

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 3]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 4]
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

[Break]
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

[Verse 5]
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

[Verse 6]
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

[Hook]
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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Poor Georgie[Verse 1]
I met him in a club hangin' out one night
He said, "Hello, I'm George...hi, Lyte
How's everything going, huh? How ya doin'?
Hope everything's fine, ooh, and uh umm
Can I call you sometime? Can I get the digits?
And the address, so I can come visit?"
I gave him the digits, that wasn't a problem
'Cause if he caused any, I would have to solve them
'Cause George looked good, MMM, damn good!
And if I didn't, some other girl would
In my mind, I hope for the best
Convincing myself that this was not a test
'Cause I heard many things about Georgie
Nothing kinky, like no orgies
I heard he knows how to make love
Like an angel from the heaven above
Who was I kidding I'd give him a try
'Cause Lyte needs love too and that ain't no lie
Keep your ears open, hope that you listenin'
'Cause I'm about to take you on a George Porgie mission

"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is empty without you, babe"
"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is empty..."

[Verse 2]
I gave him the number, I saw it in his eyes
"She gave me the number? Hmmm I'm surprised"
Good conversation over the phone
He began to comfort me whenever I was alone
George was sweet, so nice and so neat
With any other guy he didn't have to compete
George was mature, he made sure
That he was the only man I'd ever adore
Girls, have you, ever had a friend
That you'd get with, every now and then?
I know for a fact George had a lot of girls
Spread out from state from state around the world
As long as he was smart and kept his girls in check
Made sure I never saw them and showed me respect
He didn't have to be loyal, like men should be
I don't care about the other girls, just be good to me!
But if I ever saw one, that would be the end
He couldn't kick the storyline that she was just a friend
The girls I didn't care if her ass don't lie
See 'cause Georgie was into making young girls cry

"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Kissed the girls and made them cry"

"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is empty without you, babe"
"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is..."
"Kissed the girls and..."

[Verse 3]
George was clean, no drugs and such
But once in a while, he'd drink too much
Hangin' in a club where they play rockers
Him and his friend, drinkin' vodka
I was looking for him, and I found him there
With his clothes messed up and his (fucked) up hair
I told him he was messin' up, he wouldn't go far
He got mad and asked his friend for the keys to the car
I said, "Don't drive, use your head
Drive while you're drunk and you'll kill yourself dead"
We begin to argue, bad words were said
Then he got kicked out by some long-haired dread
Ran into the car as if, in a hurry
He started the car but his vision was blurry
He didn't care, he drove off into the night
Riding for miles, without his headlights
Georgie Porgie had too much on his mind
He was still young yet running out of time
Last week he took tests and the doctor told him
George had cancer in his lungs and his colon
See when he was twelve, he started smokin'
Paid no attention when he started chokin'
Thoughts flashed through his head, there they stuck
'Til Georgie Porgie crashed into a truck
I wished I woulda told him how I liked him so much
How he made me feel with the slightest touch
Now he's gone and I can't tell him nothin'
Wish he was here so I could say somethin'
The story is not to say that I'm in sorrow
Just to say no one is promised tomorrow
If you love someone you should say it often
You'll never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin
Wake up, it's important that you know that
No one on Earth is promised tomorrow...
Believe that! And don't think that it can't happen to you

"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Kissed the girls and made them cry"

"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is empty without you, babe"
"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is empty without you, babe"
"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is empty without you, babe"
"Can it be I've stayed away too long"
"My world is..."

"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
"Kissed the girls and made them cry"
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Paper ThinWhen you say you love me, it doesn't matter
It goes to my head as just chit chatter
You may think it's egotistical or just worry free
But what you say I take none of it seriously
And even if I did I wouldn't tell you so
I'd let you pretend to read me

And then you'll know
Cause I hate when one attempts to analyze
In fact, I despise those who even try
To look into my eyes to see what I am thinking
That dream is over you gotta sink it
I tell all of you like I told all of them
What you say to me is just paper thin, word

I'm not the kind of girl to try to play a man out
I take the money and the gear and then break the hell out
No that's not my strategy, not the game I play
I admit I play game but it's not done that way
Truly when I get involved I give it my heart
I mean my mind, my soul, my body I mean every part
But if it doesn't work out, yo it just doesn't
It wasn't meant to be you know, it just wasn't
So I treat all of you like I treat all of them
What you say to me is still paper thin

In one ear and right out the other
I heard his mumbo jumbo (eeeish) lover
I don't pay attention
I don't concentrate
You ain't got the bait that it takes to hook this
A-hah, a-hah, a-hah
Sucker you missed, I put all feelings aside I know who I am
My name is Lyte is your name Sam?
Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost
Wrap your scarf around your throat and go back and catch a rope
And hit the road Sam, don't you come back
No more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road Sam, don't you come back no more

So now I take precaution when choosing my mate
I do not touch until the third or fourth date
Then maybe we'll kiss on the fifth or sixth
Time that we meet (mmmuaah) like this
Cause a date without a kiss is so incomplete
And then maybe I'll let you play with my feet
You could suck the big toe and play with the middle
It's so simple unlike a riddle
It's as easy as counting to 1-2-3
In other terms, letters L-Y-T-E
I'll tell you, you, you and all of you
In the back and in the middle and the front
Yo, that's it paper thin word up
Lyte checkin out
Special dedication to my DJ K-Rock in the place to be
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Cha Cha Cha[Kick this one here for me and my DJ]

You can cha-cha-cha to this Mardis Gras
I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far
And I do get better, the voice gets wetter
Nobody gets hurt (as long as you let her)
Do my thing with an '89 swing
The dopeness I write, I guarantee delight
To the hip-hop maniac, the Uptown brainiac
In full effect, MC Lyte is back
And better than before as if that was possible
My competition, you'll find them in the hospital
Visiting time, I think it's on a Sunday
But notice they only get one day to shine
The rest of the week is mine
And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find
So come along and I'll lead you the right way
Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on...

[Kick this one here for me and my DJ]

I've got the power to spread out and devour
At the same time I'll eat you up with a rhyme
But I'll let you slide cuz you accidently hopped on the wrong side
Now come on, that's suicide
Hypothetically speaking
Ok, let's say you didn't know what you were doing
You're new in town, and you're looking around
For another name to ruin, and it's me that you're pursuing?
Well well well, I'll be damned
I might as well tell you who I am
I am the capital L-Y-T-E
And it's shocking I'm the one you're mocking
Oh yes, I've been watching you watching me
And like the fat on your back it's plain to see
That you're a wannabe, but you can't be what you're not
So you better start living with what you got

[Kick this one here for me and my DJ]

Yeah, DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch
Now it's time to kick a rhyme out the batch
And you're the receiver eager as a beaver
Time to convert the non-believer
That I'm a roadrunner leaving you in the dust
I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker
Than the ticker of your pacemaker
More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker
So don't ever second guess me
And if you're wondering who could the best be
Think a second and recollect the worst whipping you ever had yet
And I'll bet that I did it
My fingerprints are still on you
How many times I gotta warn you
About the light? It'll blind your sight
But the rhythm will still guide you through the night

[Kick this tip...
Kick this one here for me and my DJ]
**************************************************
Ice Cream Dream[Spoken Intro: MC Lyte]
I wish I had an ice cream that looked just like you
Sweet tasting chocolate all the way through
I'd lick you slow from head to toe…

My ice cream, mhm
Yeah, my ice cream dream
Just the way I like it

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Sweet dreams, from this don't wake me
You couldn't even if you tried to shake me
What do ya want ‘cause I’m in a deep sleep
No nightmare here, dear, I’m talking chocolate treat
Slick and slippery, thick it’s gotta be
It’s mandatory that I make him a part of me
I'll make the dream last ‘cause it seems
I can only have him, in my ice cream dream

[Chorus: Lisa Keith]
Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a... (Yeah)
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream)
Ice cream dream (Yeah)

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
Sweet as candy, a physique for show
I’ma let him know we can go toe for toe
Hip to hip, lip to lip, and then lock it
Big fat feet means big fat pockets
Trick or treat, tasty like pastry
Hmm, I wonder has he had any lately
Ready to hit it if you know what I mean
‘Cause homie seems to be like an ice cream dream

[Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)]
Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting (Goody, goody)
Ice cream dream (Mhm)

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
Dark, handsome, six feet tall
Thirty-one flavors, I believe he’s got ‘em all
Slippin’ and slidin’ and oozin’ down the cone
Hope he doesn’t melt before I get him home
Drip drop, come on, feed me, Seymour
Take some now, I know later there’ll be more
We got the best, it seems you’re the king
You’re the man in the picture of my ice cream dream

[Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)]
Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a... (Mmm)
Ice cream dream (My ice cream dream)
Take a scoop, it's so tasty (Goody goody, goody goody)
Don't keep me waiting
Ice cream dream
Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
(You're the man, in the picture, of my ice cream dream)
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting (Goody goody)
Ice cream dream

[Interlude: MC Lyte]
Goody goody
Yeah
Uh-huh
Mmm…

[Verse 4: MC Lyte]
Smooth and rich, he’s looking real nice
Cool as ice, but then again, not quite
This kind of honey is the type I like looking at
He could scoop me up twice ‘cause he’s all that
So I’ma ease up, no time to waste
Forget the chase, I’m prepared to get a taste
Licky here, licky there ‘cause I like it
Too much to eat so I guess I’ll…bite it

Goody goody, goody goody
Yeah
He’s my ice cream dream

[Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)]
Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a... (My ice cream dream)
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream)
Ice cream dream (Just the way I like it)
Smooth and rich, it’s so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream)
Ice cream dream
**************************************************
I’m Not Havin’ It[Verse 1]
[P]Uhm, what's up baby? I been eyeing you
Time and time again, I been trying to
Get a little closer, but you won't let it
[L]Well if I see something I want, I just go out and get it
I'm like a fluzy I'm choosy and I don't fall for tricks
Cause guys be running games, like the New York Nicks
[P]But on the square dear, you know, your style really temps me
[L]Don't try to gas me up on a tank that is empty
[P]I'm Positive, and I'm kicking the facts
[L]Well I'm Lyte, and you got to kick it better than that
[P]But I'm all the way live, but I'm definitely not crabbing
[L]There are just certain things I'm just not having

[Hook]
[P]Excuse me miss
[L]No, I'm not havin' it
[P]Excuse me miss
[L]No, I'm not havin' it
[P]Excuse me miss
[L]No, I'm not havin' it
[P]Excuse me?

[Verse 2]
[P]You think you're all that [L]No you think you're all of this
With your baby, baby talk, and your "Excuse me miss"
[P]Well I smooth, and hey look, it's only right
I thought that we could get together, and maybe we can ...
[L]Yeah sounds good, but guys like you just wanna hit and run
Look, we're not the two, and I'm not the one
So if ya got some thought of taking me to bed
Kill that! And get a five dollar crack-head
[P]But I'm all the way live, but I'm definitely not crabbing
[L]There are just certain things I'm just not having

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
[P]I think you try to diss me or play me like I'm cooly
[L]No, matter of fact love, I think that you're a cuty
There's just certain things you don't understand baby:
Every woman wants to be treated like a lady
[P]So what? You want me to kick it as if I'm a doc?
[L]Listen to what I'm saying and shut ...
I'm just tryna put it, so I can make something happen
You just turned me off by the way that you was gabbling
[P]Look I'm all the way live and I'm definitely not crabbing
A bit of change for a woman, that's what I'm not having

[Bridge]
[L]I keep feelings inside, I know who I am
[P]Step to yourself, cause I don't wanna hear it
[L]I keep feelings inside, I know who I am
[P]You're not getting younger, you're just getting older

[Verse 4]
[L]What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lots of pain and sorrow
So for at least until tomorrow
Friend. I'm never gonna fall in love again
But getting back to the topic of convo
In my book hone, you are a no-no
[P]C'mon I'm clean, cut, and dapper, you got to admit that
I don't sell drugs and I ain't with the wack track
I'm cool and calm, my phone is mine
You don't see me snatching taste, and acting wild
Excuse me miss, I think you better get with this
[L]Scan it damn, cause I'm simply not having it

[Hook]
**************************************************
Cold Rock a Party[Intro]
(To the beat y'all! To the beat y'all! Just clap your hands, just clap your hands...)
To the L, to the Y and the T to the E
So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me
(Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house)

[Hook]
Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance
I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance
I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood

[Verse 1]
Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard
I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred
I'm a veteran, which means that I've been
In the game too long, since the days of Paper Thin
Way back when I've been putting it down
Ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of town
I flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Spectacular over M-I-C
I go for broke, never giving it less than the best
Lots of years in the game at your request
You like the rhyme, bite if you dare
I get the paper so I don't care
Fly that's me; the epitomy
Of what a real MC is supposed to be
Fucking you up every time that I drop
I fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the beat and I ride it well
And if you take a look, it ain't hard to tell that I

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2]
Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting
It's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none
Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down
Just Brooklyn is where I'm from
But I'm resting in Studio City for the fun
If you don't understand then say you don't (nah!)
And don't wait for me to explain cause I won't
You see it's in my nature to be the best (say what?)
West to East, see East to West
Ready or not I have arrived and I'm live
Showing an MC how to survive
Cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics
I got many witnesses that can back this
Ruffnecks, from New York to L.A
Been down with me since Poor George
It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove and I'm about to
Make the ill type moves, I guide the beat and I ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Get out my shit, please let me be
I don't see why, you KGB
Why you gotta be all up on me like that
Trying to get over like a fat rat
But I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop
And the shit don't stop
It goes on, on, on, on
You see, the shit don't stop till the break of dawn
And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver
Chilling with
A pina colada, kidada hooked me up
With Tommy now I got a lot of gear
From everywhere, that I'd like to share (yeah right!)
But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done
All on the catwalk, what they've ever done for you?
You better get down with your real crew
'Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well
And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I

[Hook x2]

[Outro]
To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
(Rock the house and rock the house)
**************************************************
It’s All YoursOur love is old-school like Mary Jane's
Boston baked beans and candy canes
Exchange a look on the number two train
Run catch kiss sunshine or rain
Jackson 5, Good Times, The Jeffersons
Yeah Baby, you know I liked it better when
You lived closer, but then you moved
But that couldn't stop our groove
My magic-man, my Brooklyn-boy wonder
I rub your shoulders if pressure you was under
Late night rides out to Sunrise
Catch a flick or two and then back to Bed-Stuy
You in the bubble goose, me in the sheep skin
Cold as hell back then it wasn't mattering
Long as we were hand in hand your my man I'm your girl
Ready to conquer the world

*Chorus* (Gina Thompson)

This is for all the years you've been
My companion as well as my best friend
So tonight Baby I'm giving you what you want
It's all yours

Our love is like a Romeo and Juliet flick
So surreal but yet picturesque
There were problems I can admit
But we handled it and still the candles lit
So glad that we didn't just jet
Cause now we reaping the benefits
Who would have thought?
The cute little boy from down the street
Would fall in love with me
It's like a number one dream come true
To have somebody you love, love you
And that's all that matters
Is that we grow together make sure we never shatter
You're the reason I live
Because I want you to get all that I got to give
Long as we're hand in hand you're my man I'm your girl
Ready to conquer the world

*Chorus*

Our love is mystical like galaxies you can't touch
Around the world and back again I love you that much
Our love is destiny like Bonnie and Clyde
We'll die of old age side by side
Throughout the days I remain truthful
I keep it tight for you sexy and youthful
I told my mom when our days are through
If you have to go first bury me next to you
What I feel is unexplainable, 'I love you'
Just ain't enough to say to you
You've been there from the beginning to the end
My companion as well as my best friend
You got my heart now, here's my life
Yes I'm ready to be your wife
From here one know that you're the one

Everything you want it's done

*Chorus*
**************************************************
I Cram To Understand U[Verse 1]
I used to be in love with this guy named Sam
I don't know why, cause he had the head like that of a clam
But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause Sam was number one
Cause to me, oh my gosh, he was one in a million
I shoulda knew the consequences right from the start
That he'd use me for my money, and then break my heart
But like a fool in love I fell for his game
But I got mine, so I show no shame
In Empire winked his eye, and then he kept walkin
And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin
The roller disco where we all used to go
Just to have some fun back in 1981
You know the place, Empire Boulevard
Is where I first saw the nigga, and he tried to play hard
But I knew the deal, cause I knew his brother Jerry
And Sam, he just broke up with his girlfriend Terri
So Jerry introduced Sam and I that night
He said, "Hello, my name is Sam" I said, "Hi, my name is Lyte"
We yipped and we yapped and we chit and we chat
About this and that, from sneakers to hats
He said, "Look, I'm in the mood for love
Simply because you're near me
(Let's go) To my house, lay back and get nice
Watch television, Riunite On Ice"
I said, "Slow down, I know you wanna shake me down
But I'm not one of the girls that go rippin around"

[Hook]
Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you

[Verse 2]
Next month I finally went to his house
I walked into the door, there was a girl on the couch
I said, "Who's the frog, the bump on the log?
You chump, you punk, how could you do me wrong?
Singing sad songs about your love is so strong"
You said, "Wait Lyte, you're confused, the girl is my cousin"
Your brother agreed, but later she said that she wasn't

[Hook]
Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you

[Verse 3]
Forgotten, next month we went to the Deuce
Well, I thought it kinda strange cause you had lots of juice
You knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody
Asked ya how you met em, said you met em at a party
Then these girls tried to tell me you were sellin the stuff
I said, "It's not your business, so shut the fuck up"
They said, "Okay Lyte, think what you wanna think
But it's gon' be some shit when your man becomes a fiend"
I said, "Look, to bust a move, I don't even know you
To put it Lyte, I really don't care to"
They kinda got mad and sort of offended
They said, "We only lookin out for yo best interest"
I said, "Thanks but no thanks" in an aggravated tone
"When I wanna find out, I find out on my own"

[Hook]
Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you

[Verse 4]
Then my cousin said she saw you with this lady named C
Well I'm clawin my thoughts, I wonder who she could be
You're spending all your time with her and not a second with me
They say you spend your money on her and you're with her night and day
Her name starts with a C and it ends with a K
I strain my brain lookin for a name to fit this spellin
But I just couldn't do it cause my heart kept yellin
Burning, begging for affection from you, Sam
But just like a test I cram to understand you
Thought I knew you well enough to call you a man

[Hook]
But Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you

[Verse 5]
Then it came a time you started looking kinda thin
I asked you why, you said, "Exercise, tryina stay slim"
I bought it, even though I knew it was a lie
Cause it really didn't matter, you were still lookin fly
But oh no, oh no, you started askin me for money
Butter me up, beg me and call me your honey
So I gave you 2 yards, and then I gave you one more
You picked up your jacket and you flew out the door
You came back an hour later and you asked me for a 10
I said, "I only got a 20", you said, "Give me that, then"
I said, "Nope, I'll tell you now, you better stop slobbin
Find you a job, or you better start robbin"
So I stepped off with a giant step
Picked up my belongings, and I just left
And now I see you in Empire every Sunday
Juicin the girls up for some money and a lay
But every time I see you doin it, I just ruin it
Tell em how ya on crack, smoke, sniff, and chewin it
And as for this girl, Miss C, oh well
I was shocked as hell when I heard, Samuel
When your homeboys told me, I almost went wack
That the girl you was addicted to, her name was Crack
**************************************************
Steady Fucking[ INTRO: KRS-One ]
Du-du-du-duuu-du-du
You wanna test Lyte?
Are you stupid?
You gotta be out of your fuckin mind!
MC Lyte is THE DON!
Come down, MC Lyte, seen

Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch...

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking) (6x)
Go, go, go, go...

(You done insulted me
And I got to kick yo ass right now)

[ VERSE 1 ]
So what's up, Big Bahama Mama?
You know where to find me
You could never climb me
So why do you persist
To be placed upon my fuckin hit list
You a low-down dirty loser
Next time I see you, I'mma hit you with my Land Cruiser
You'se a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck
I.U. sayin he laid pipe in that butt?
And in case you didn't know
I been known to fuck up a ho during a show
So now you wanna play Miss Hardrock
Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks
I heard you're smokin crack, lady
You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a - crack - baby
Whadda ya think?
The 55th nigga you fucked said your poom-poom stink
Slow down, you're movin too fast
The 56th said he stuck a curling iron up that ass
Now you think you're hot shit
Steppin to Lyte with a limp tryin to pop shit
You're still a loser
No joke, when I see you I'mma hit you with the Cruiser

(Set the bitch on fire
Your fucking days are over)

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking) (4x)
Go, go, go, go...

[ VERSE 2 ]
From upstate New York to way Down South
I heard you do a mic-a-check-a with a dick in your mouth
You're ready for the showdown, the low down
Lyte strikes again, another ho down
Fuckin to you, Shanny, is like a fad
Flippin coins with your mom to see who sucks dad
But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky
But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie?
How funky of a smell could one woman make?
Yo fellas, I think she need a douche break
(Douche, douche it out - douche break
(Douche, douche it out - douche
(Douche, douche it out - douche break
(Douche, douche it out - douche, douche, douche
(Douche, douche it out - douche break
(Douche, douche it out - I think you need a douche)
Tisk-tisk, what a relief it is
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Or one of those pussy-eatin members of your crew
'Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda schooled you
But instead, you let them fool you
Into talkin that bullshit you been talkin
Walkin that skank strut you been walkin
I don't play that, ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posie, red-rum, you dumb, dumb

(We can all be some fightin muthafuckas in here this evening
Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on)

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking) (4x)
Go, go, go, go...

[ VERSE 3 ]
Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
Now let's talk about the grill (the grill)
Now let's talk about that grill (the grill)
We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh)
Now let's talk about your teeth
Shits ain't been straight since you was 8
When you bit into a bad piece of beef
And even for a small fee
You let your uncle get one off while you bounced on his fuckin knee
Now what's my fuckin name?
Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin game
You must like puttin dough in my pocket
Since '86 my career sky-rocket
Where ya at? (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ho-ho, hu-hu-hu) - Dumb ho (Ha-ha-ha)
I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed
While you're hangin from a buddah stem
I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals
I'm liable to just fuck up you schedule
You'll be sittin on your fat ass another 10 years
Until the coast is clear
So next time they push a rhyme in your hand
You better fully understand who the fuck I am

(At least now we know...)
Dumb
(...It's all about Lyte)
Bitch

(Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking)
Go, go, go, go...
**************************************************
Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe)(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty)

(Gon' be some shit)
(Hot damn, ho)
(Gon' be some shit)
(Hot damn, ho)
(Gon' be some shit)
(Hot) (damn) (ho)
(Hot damn, ho)
(Gon' be some shit)
(Hot damn)

[ VERSE 1 ]
Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I got straight to 80 percent?
Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
The party's not over, it's just beginning
Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?)
Any battle in any competition
'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey
(Ho) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare
So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you names and make fun of you
(Ho) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
When he count it down (When I count it down
6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate

[ Chorus ]
(Hot damn, ho)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Hot damn, ho)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Hot damn, ho)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Here we) (here we)
(Gon' be some shit)
(Here we go again)

[ VERSE 2 ]
The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
When you should really ask: where is the father?
(Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild?
You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad?
Bodily you're vivacious? Don't make me laugh
Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk
And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid
Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade
Put on this earth just to distract me
Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
Tell me, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte shine
Do not say shit till you write your own rhymes

[ Chorus ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon
Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
And the rhymes I create are made to last long
Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport
You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone
Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge
Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to come
MC sucker, this is what you waited for
I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC
Did not you know that I am crazy?
My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any
But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many
Like I said and will have to say
Over and over, cause you disobey
Here on this earth I reign superior
One of these days I will have to get with ya
Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin

[ Chorus ]

[ VERSE 4 ]
I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin
Now it is my duty, to all MC's
To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
Now I was quite polite, nice I might add
But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad
But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown
Borrowin money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic
I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with?
With those Bubblegum jeans and those 2-for-1 Skips
I'm MC Lyte a.k.a. MC Payback
Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack
Unfinished Business, that shit was wack
So Lyte made no attempt to strike back
But here we go again, what is Light's Out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you don't try to diss

[ Chorus ]

[ VERSE 5 ]
You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get evil
The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable
In 10% I popped your head in a microwave
I'm into blenders now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted
Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted
Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you
You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack)
Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back
But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin this show
So yo, ho, I think you oughta go
Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it)
But remember, you forced me to do it

[ Chorus ]

Yo, now you know
And knowing is half the battle
Slime
**************************************************
Fuck That Motherfucking Bullshit[Big V]
Yo Lyte, can we swing some of this?
[MC Lyte]
Nah, nah man I can't sing
[Big V]
No? What you mean, no?

[Chorus (2x):]
[Big V]
Fuck that motherfucking bullshit
[MC Lyte]
Kiss my motherfucking ass

[Verse 1: Big V]
People call me Strokes, a.k.a. you know the Iceman
When it comes to sex, you know my motto yes I can, can
Never will I front, pass it up or let it walk by
And if I don't get that ass, well at least I did try
I know the games p.m.s. must run through you
You set it up so no man can ever do you
But when you need your weave done, honey read my lips
You can beg all you want but you gets jack shit
I don't play, I work hard for my money
5, 6, 7 days a week, shit ain't funny
Now if sex is old fashioned and you're not selling out
If you're not giving it up, you better spit that gum out

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
You wanna what? You must be bugging
A minute and a half of having sex, that ain't loving
You couldn't please me if you had his dick
That moaning you heard means you were making me sick
So don't front and lie like you were all that in bed
When I rolled your fat ass over you were nervous and scared
Mr. love man, you ain't shit
You better get your homies to suck your own dick

[Chorus (2x)]

[Verse 3: Big V]
When it comes to sex you get mo better
'Cause I was on your shit even when you had the jetta
It's '93 now and all that shit done passed
So stop frontin' miss 'cause I want that ass

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
What you what you can't get so step off, there's no room
You wanna zoom-a-zoom? Not in this poom poom
So let me tell you something Mr. Why-you-can't-quit
Save what you can do 'cause that's some bullshit
So go and tell your friends, you know, the ones you got gassed
To take a cold shower 'cause you get no ass

[Chorus (2x)]

[Big V and MC Lyte]
I want ass. Yeah, and you just the type of woman that's gon' give it to me
Step off, I ain't havin' that!
Stop playin', stop playin', take your clothes off and let's get busy
Take my clothes off?
I ain't got time for this bullshit
Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with here?
[?]
Yo, I rolled your fat ass over, and you was scared homie
And if you don't get the fuck out of my face, they gon carry your black ass outta here
Get the fuck out of here
How you like that shit? Yeah, so what you sayin'?
What I'm sayin', what I'm sayin', muthafucka, this is my song and this is the end of that shit, goddamn it!
Fuck that!
Look woman, fuck that, I don't want no ass from you no more. Look, just step the fuck...
**************************************************
CappucinoIt was a cafe? It was a cafe on the west side
It was a cafe? On
It was a cafe? On the west side, midtown
It was a cafe? On the west side, midtown

Said they had the best cap of Cappucino around
So I stepped in, and I ordered a cup
Someone grabbed me by my throat and said, "Shut the fuck up!"
And I did, pronto, quick fast
How much longer would the torture last?
In the wrong place, at the wrong time
It was a drug sale, I could feel from behind

Death, it was gettin' closer, right behind my back
Ready to attack
I got shot in a shoot out, and then I died
I could feel it, I was on the other side
In between lives, I'm so confused
What do I do, oh, what do I do?
But was it really time for me to go?

Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
Why, oh why?
Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?

Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
But then I calmed down, I spotted some friends
That I knew in a past life, way back when
A couple had died in a drug world
And this one guy died fightin' over his girl
Another died drivin' while intoxicated
Why do people make livin' so complicated?
But then I saw a girl, her name was Mary

Introduced to drugs by her boyfriend Harry
He sold crack to the kids on the uptown corners
A social worker named Hannah Smith tried to warn her
But she wouldn't listen, no one listens
I saw the light, I awakened, it was a dream
Man oh man, you shoulda heard me scream
So glad to be given - my life back
So good to be livin' - or is dead better?

I didn't have to run from the bullets or drugs
And I didn't have to run from the murderers or thugs
I didn't have to worry about fallin' from a plane
But at this café was death still callin' my name?
Or did this café even exist?
And was my name just another on the death list?
I knew it couldn't happen, even though
On the bottom of my shirt was a spot of Cappucino
Cappucino, Cappucino

Bust it, to some of you that really don't know
I break it down to you, the word 'Cappucino'
It's somewhat like coffee, then again not quite
It's creamy and smooth, and it goes down light
They charge you 3 dollars, you ask is it worth it?
But when you start drinkin' shit, it'd be workin'
I'm hooked, well, I was, cause, yo, it's the best
But if every time I drink I voyage through death
I leave it alone and just stick to tea
Cappucino was fly, but too fly for me

Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
Cappucino
Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
Cappucino

Why, oh why? Why, oh why?
Why, oh why did I need Cappucino?
Cappucino, Cappucino
Cappucino, Cappucino

It was a café on the west side
It was a café on the west
It was a café on the west side
It was a café on the west
Cappucino
**************************************************
I Am Woman[Verse 1]
I am woman, hear me roar
When I grab the mic it's never a bore
When I'm on stage, sayin' a rhyme
I often wonder what ya think of mine
Is it fresh or weak, or is it live or dead?
Yo, it's got ta be somethin' if you're boppin' your head
To the beat, can I get an amen brother?
Liked that rhyme? Well here goes another...

[Hold up, hold up, hold up. Check it out. Before we go any further we
Gotta announce who we are. I am DJ K-Rock and this is my homegirl, MC
Lyte. Kick it for 'em!]

[Verse 2]
We had to pause for station identification
Now ya know my name here's some more information
Well, let's see, what you wanna know about me?
MC L-Y-T-E
[The Queen] Nah, that's too corny
[The Sexy] Nah, that gets the guys too horny
[The Best] Now that sounds conceited
But what is true is true, so it has to be repeated
The best is Lyte, when I'm on the mic
And MC's look straight ahead cos this pitch'll make your neck tired
And I say loosen up and relax
The fiction you been livin' I'mma fill with facts
Right now...

[MC Lyte, DJ K-Rock. Name of the group is Me and My DJ. Kickin' it
Live in '88. Do it.]

[Verse 3]
I am woman, hear me roar
Comin' out fresher and flyer than I did before
That's right, I'm well respected
Don't get stupid, I'm well protected
If ya wanna battle I'm well prepared
Me and K-Rock are far from scared, you know what
We're brave, livin' in a cave of gold
Waitin' for the misbehaved to get bold
But as I look around so far so good
MC's behaving just like they should
Hands are folded, no whispering or passing notes
All attention to me ya have to devote
I'm like a teacher, but then again not quite
Cos a teacher's salary I make in a night
On the mic rhymes witty and bright
Maybe that's why the name is Lyte
Yo, bust it, I'mma end it right here
DJ K-Rock, you end it over there
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Zodiac[Chorus]
Libra, Cancer, Gemini, Pisces
(What's your Zodiac sign?)
Aries, Aquarius, Taurus, Sagittarius
Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio
(What's your Zodiac sign?)
When were you born? What's your sign?

[Verse 1]
One, zero, the month of the year
I'm not a hero, but I come when in despair
I float like the wind, the mighty air sign
When I use my mind, it's not hard to find
Those who would not like to see me fly
Like to step on my wings and watch me die
But that can never be, I use my scales
Positive, negative energy, male and female
Emotions within me
Leo, Aquarius compatibility
Also Gemini, but I got four eyes
For one set of twins, I look deep within
Often distracted by pretty little things
Like the wings of an angel or the songs they may sing
Argumentative, but I hate confrontation
Ruled by Venus and starked with hesitation
Procrastinator, but never an instigator
You wanna riff, homie, I'll see you later
Sapphire, My type of jew-el
I turn on one who thinks he knows me too well
Like the water barrier with the million dollar smile
Flowing like the Nile or the waters from the Panama Canal
Pisces, fabulous catch
They remain detached, yet to find a match
Don't lose your breath waiting to exhale
I shall prevail weighing souls on the scales
Follow me as we take this trip through astrology
The galaxy from Pluto to Mercury
What ya gonna do when the planets line up?
Your time is up and your city blows up
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear none
I'm at one with the sun 'til I'm done
Astrologically speaking on the track
Dropping solar facts about the Zodiac
The sun and the moon and the stars
Make up the universe, Earth is not far from the planet Mars
Virgo the virgin running from the twins
Stung by the Scorpions running through the Lions den
Ram with legs of a crab
With the half-man, half-horse waiting in the pass
Of course, if you check the math, it's all symbolic
Horoscopes are purely logic, check it

[Chorus]
Libra, Cancer, Gemini, Pisces
(What's your Zodiac sign?)
Aries, Aquarius, Taurus, Sagittarius
Leo, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio
(What's your Zodiac sign?)
When were you born? What's your sign?
**************************************************
Stop, Look, Listen[Verse 1]
I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'
The dope def rhyme that is always being taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me
No trait of originality
But yo, I am not one to down another
So like I said before, just go for yours, sucker
I'm gonna take the time to drop a dope line
Or maybe even two, for you and your crew
So you can start shakin' and movin' all around
To the Lyte Thee MC and the King Of Chill sound
It's new and improved like a freshly cut diamond
Perfect timin', like a gem it's shinin'
Or better yet a ruby, somewhat like a sapphire
This jam you are forced to admire

Stop, stop
Look, look
Listen

[Verse 2]
Wanna battle me? Now that's strange behavior
Drink and drive, yeah, you're probably safer
Cause when I start, I never give slack
You feel like a 'kick me' sign was pinned to your back
Yes I'm the super-duper with the roper-doper
Got the clean drawers on, yeah, I hope ya
Do, because I'm gonna strip you of your peace of mind
Now your piece is mine, damn, that's unkind
Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly
The rhymes that I say you can't deny
Because 100% is what I give it (Say what?)
I haunt the house with the hip-hop spirit
I tear it, repair it
Like a hand-me-down make you wear it
Save all your crocodile tears, grin and bear it
And with all your other brothers you're gonna share it
You hear me, junior? 'Cause soon you'll
Be a grown man with the mic in your hand
And understand biting's not part of the plan
That's wrong, I thought I taught you better than that
But that's what you get from a stabber in the back

Stop, stop
Look, look
Listen

[Verse 3]
M.C. - Master of Creativity
Rappin' is the activity
Rhyme is the sport, let it be taught
That Lyte Thee MC is takin no shorts
In '88 I was great, but '89 is my time
Stop, look, and listen - to the right rhyme
K-Rock the DJ throws the cuts my way
Put 'em on the reel-to-reel and let them play
Leg 1 and Leg 2, they do the jumpin'
The dancin', the pumpin', always up to somethin
But when it comes to the rap category
MC Lyte headlines the story

(Extra, extra, read all about it)
(Comin out fresh and flier than we did before)

(Listen up everybody)
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My Main Aim[Hook] x2
To maintain, is my main aim
Step aside while I do my dang thang
I'm knowing that y'all can't hang
To the best what I'm doin'
Ain't nothin' 'bout to change man

[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout to school all these young cats, take 'em to church
They still rockin' the block, I move the universe
With a verse I murk any kid up on my turf
Like a lady in Maiti I'm shady and ready to burst
Hold up when you roll up
Don't you know the girl Lyte stay swole up?
Keep it glazed like a donut
Get 'em hard now - Pull they card now
Get 'em tore up from the floor up
I gave 'em something to remember me -
Should have been a friend of me
Elbows, I got you nursin' all your injuries
They want the best of me, to get next to me
Feel the realness - Then they want to question me
Where'd you get that flow from?
How long you been rappin' and like old men can I come -
On tour with ya?
Grab the mic hit the stage get raw with ya
'Till I drop on the floor with ya

[Hook] x2

[Verse 2]
I'm much too quick for this
Your jealousy is like a sickness
I run my life like a business
This is the raw deal, no time for small meals
I want a copter to fly me to the lobster
Still workin' in the hood but I roll like a rockstar
And get respect like a Rasta
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
If you seein' my P.O.V. you understand my work
Is for the good but the skill still hot
I leave the spot shook so give it your best shot
I'm out, to make the best out of what I present
And you see me make a dollar out of 15 cent
I keeps the cash flow, and I stash it low
They on the other side thinkin' how the grass grow
So green, so lean, so fresh it's -
Nothin' left to know except I'm hot to death

[Hook] x2

[Verse 3]
Never burn what I earn
Come smart with the chips floss hard in the whip
And most of these cats know I'm hard to get with
So before they get, going I'm'a make 'em all quit - And sit
And think about a strategy to get close to me
Cause right now you're just so-so to me
I keep it so bitter - So gully, so wizza
So on and on, know that Lyte's no quitter
Like that big bunny
I'm on a mission for the money
Years later and the haters still want me
Without a CD released Lyte's platinum in the streets
When they face the truth they can't compete
When I grace the booth I show my steeze
I got days of proof, it's about me
I keep it movin' like a locomotive
You want a challenge? Come on, let's toe-to-toe it

[Hook] x2
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Slave 2 the RhythmWhy 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)

[ VERSE 1 ]
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

[ VERSE 2 ]
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

[ VERSE 3 ]
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)
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Check[Verse 1]
Get it if you can, if you cannot get up off the pot
You been missing, pissing up the spot a lot
And I've been waiting on the sideline, give you the guideline
Get up in that pocket like a pocket light, but they don't rock it right
They don't concern me, can't even burn me
Not even with a lighter, all them liars, they ain't worthy
You heard me, I'm a loner: me, myself, and I
I'm a powerhouse, ready to collide with the greatest tide
It's like a typhoon in the making
What I'm saying leave your whole city shaking, broken down, better start praying
I ain't playing, this ain't hopscotch, on the block, or skelly up in den streets
Get jelly whenever we meet
Chic, I'm about my paper; dudes, see ya later
South side of the equator, so hot, gotta thank my maker
I'm here, flow with the best of them, get low with the rest of them
Rang the alarm in '88 and I'm still buzzin'
Cousin, they trying to hate, but I just elevate
Get it straight: I'm Lyte as a rock and they featherweight

[Hook]
You said you seen it all, but you ain't never seen the Lyte
They talk a good game, but they ain't ready for this life
I'm trying to give you the code, let the future unfold
I had to follow them rules, that's how I open them doors

[Hook]
I put that work in; check
Hustle hard; check
I paid my dues; yep
I gave you hits like Ruffneck
And I'm still grinding; yep
Still shining; yep
I'm all that's left; yep
I'm still the best, but you ain't yet

[Verse 2]
I'm living life to the fullest, everywhere I go they ask
How you pass like a bullet, speed of Lyte and that Lytro gas
Here I go, there I go, here I go again
I ain't no fad like Michael Jack, they know I'm Bad
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good
You from the hood, you understood, and understand just who I am
I live to be free, I live for the beat, I live for the biz
That's what it is, no wondering, I get it in, I get it done
You are the one, but I am the Lyte; without me, you're out of sight
I'm taking this entire game to a new height
Just watch me, just like you do YouTube and Hulu
Lyte is back and all over this map like who knew
Rapping to you; listen because I might not say it again
Find good people, wave them in
Let them haters and them [?] ain't know saving them
It's casualties in this game of life, that may not seem right
So if you get it, then get it get it, then get it right

[Pre-Hook]
You said you seen it all, but you ain't never seen the Lyte
They talk a good game, but they ain't ready for this life
I'm trying to give you the code, let the future unfold
I had to follow them rules, that's how I open them doors

[Hook]
I put that work in; check
Hustle hard; check
I paid my dues; yep
I gave you hits like Ruffneck
And I'm still grinding; yep
Still shining; yep
I'm all that's left; yep
I'm still the best, but you ain't yet
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Top Billin’MC am I, people call me Milk
When I'm bustin' up a party I feel no guilt
Milk is cuttin' up for the
Suckers that's down with me

The one of us, that's how I feel
To be down you must appeal
To the two, we're rated R
We're gifted, and we're going far

Down the road, to the bank
While I'm here I'd like to thank
Mom and dad, they knew the time
T is scratching, Lyte is rhyming

Milk is chillin', Lyte is chillin'
What more can I say? Top billin'
That's what we get, got it good
Since you understood, would you?

Stop scheming, and looking hard
I got a great big bodyguard
So step up if you wanna get hurt
Milk Dee's gonna pull the skirt

I gets money, money I got
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
That's how it is, you can ask Giz
I stole your nigga while you was in prison

Jail, for MC assault
You was jealous it's all your fault

Milk is chillin', Lyte is chillin'
What more can I say? Top billin'
That's what we get, got it good
And since you understood, would you?

Clap your hands, your hands you clap
If your girl's out of place it's your girl I slap

And if you're dumb, you'll ask why?
I am from that do or die
MC Lyte, Lyte the MC
I got a brother and his name's Milk Dee

Milk is chillin', Lyte chillin'
What more can I say? Top billin'
That's what we get, got it good
Since you understood, would you?

Bite a rhyme, if you dare
I get the papers so I don't care
My contributions to this jam
Is confusing, because I am

Milk Dee's dated all the way
The super easy mightiest MC okay
Yes I'm down, down by law
I get the fellas out on the floor

Milk is Dee, down is he
Two the, at the top is where he'll be
The place was packed, when we toured
Girls come in you won't be bored

Milk is chillin', Lyte is chillin'
What more can I say? Top billin'
That's what we get, got it good
And since you understood, would you?

Do a dance, dance the two
If, you can dance it's easy to do
This dance is on and on and on
Dance until your breath is gone
**************************************************
Cravin’[Hook]
I wanna know
I'm done waiting
There's a passion in the air that I'm craving
And I can't hold out, don't wanna hold back
I can't hold out for you
I can't hold out, don't wanna hold back
I can't hold out for you

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Time to live life, make it amazing
Been craving since the days of Days Inn
Now I'm at the Four Seasons, I got a reason
To celebrate, something to believe in
Great times, great minds think alike
You ain't for doing it right, then get a life
What time in this game means is bittersweet
But even my enemies know I'm the centerpiece

[Hook]

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
No more waiting, time to post up
Somebody yell "Action" -- time for close-ups
Ready for the blast-off; dudes take your hats off
Respect diamonds on my neck -- now that's boss
Good living never hurt nobody
Ladies, grab your honey; fellas, grab your hottie
Let's make it a moment that we'll never forget
Like nothing ever will be better than this

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Na na na na
Na na na na

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
Hands up if you know that you're feeling the vibe
Hands up if you know we gon' get it tonight
(We gon' party like nobody's)
Hands up if you really 'bout getting your cream
Hands up if you interested in reaching your dreams
It's like yeah, keep 'em in the air
It's 'bout to go down, and we 'bout to take you there

[Hook]
**************************************************
Funky Song[Intro: various samples]
Uhh {Yeah, yeah...}
"Funky song" {ha, ha}
"Cause ain't nothin goin on, but a funky song"
Yes yes yes

K-Rocks is gonna rock, I mean go get hype
So you people all aboard and Lyte has the light
Fresh this dope, promise this too strong
And yo, you can't go wrong with a funky song

[samples]

I don't know the reason
For which that I've become fanatic
For some bass drums and a few hi-hats
But yo please, don't say microphone
Cause I'll be forced to kick whoever thinks they king off they throne
But yo people talk speakers, and sneakers if you wanna
Yeah I like the cars that go boom, I won't front, yup!
Annnd people talkin woofers and the tweeters
I like to go above ten on the volume cause yo it's
Just, a touch, or bass ("a little bit, a little bit")
Now check the rhythm the rhyme, yeah it fits
It steals your mind like a needle
And then holds on to it like a hostage
And amazement is shown on ALL your faces
To what MC Lyte has given

[samples]

Yo~! I'm definitely proud to say
Those that never heard the tunes well, it's time to vic
So cough up your dollars, put your money where your mouth is
And we can surely as hell get down to business
Don't ever doubt me or what I'm capable of
I have to show and prove that I am a thug
Or should I say the ultimate, yeah that's perfect
Cause I'm as ultimate as money can get
So get the ghetto blaster, boombox, whatever you call it
Grab it by the handle and start to haul it
If you're chillin in your car, open up your back windows
Turn the volume up and let the sounds flow
Or pop a tape in your Benzi box
And drive ten miles per hour through every block
So they can hear the hip-hop, pumpin in the ride
And when you're finished press auto-reverse and play the other side

[samples]

When you're talkin to my deejay, a talk a crossfader
His organized Technics'll leave a flavor later
Cause just like a basshead CHIN, crack greater
And try his hits like "Yo this sure tastes"
I'm in high pursuit, hope I don't have to shoot
Get down or sit down with all of you
So when you call on my deejay, a call him K-Rock
And when you thought you heard it all here comes the shock
My rhymes, hotter than a danger lie
It's just like that, don't ask why
But I'm cool, cooler than the rocks on a mountaintop
Cause yo Lyte lift the party up further yup
And if you're comin to the jam, yo it's like a hijack
Once you step in, there's no turnin back
It's hypnotism, done every time
You're stickin out your tongue to get a taste of the rhyme
And just like I planned it, satisfies your tastebuds
It's silky and milky, cause your mouth to flood all over you
Dribble and drool you still remain cool
Cause that's what I'm like, rap is made to do
But anyway, since I don't think my job is complete
Say goodnight 'til the next time we meet

[samples]
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Druglord SuperstarGot a new gig, here you come again kid
Fresh out the dog, done did your bid
But you can't stay here no more
Not in this crib
Not with the foul way that you used to live
I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month
Not giving a fuck about what I want

(Da Brat)
Hey Lyte, fuck that nigga, smoke this shit
Count to ten, it's all good

The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed
Cause of your fucking death wish
Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care
Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends
Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean
It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs
But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut
Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the fuck is up?"
What's up? But you say, "Fuck him" you could start your own ring and things
Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing
Now you got eight men working 7 days a week
2 be the runners, 5 on the street
1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man
They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar...

[Hook: MC Lyte & Da Brat x2]
Sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little
(And other times I get stuck in the middle)
I'm fed up I can't take it no more
(See im bustin' on the next nigga knockin' in my door)

You got a new crib, new truck, new car
Trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars
But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot
And they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick
Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile
You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them motherfuckas is nothing but suckas
I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black
Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up
I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door
I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile
Ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how
They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar

[Hook: MC Lyte & Da Brat x2]


They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and black engraved in his hand
Word around is you're the ass in the biz
To let 'em kill your men off you must be soft
Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft
Now you need a get away a place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside
You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when
They said
"Crime don't pay"
I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog
Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib
Not with the foul way that you choose to live...


[Outro]
Motherfucka -- you know what/
Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!
Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more
Just take it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are
Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you
I dont -- I'm thru with you motherfucka
Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache
Too much shit
I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more
**************************************************
Dear John[Intro: MC Lyte]
Dear John
Know this life has been filled with stress and pain
If I could, I would take it all away
All away

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
I know you gotta feel like your back is pinned against the wall most times
But in those times, you remain open
Closed minds will get you nowhere
Gotta move with no fare, so dear
I salute you
Knowing everything you've been through is just a journey
Every man must take the key
For some it's not to make the same mistakes
And fall victim to the chaos the world creates
In the heat of the moment
You can mistake an ally for an opponent
And wipe your own out
What a waste, and an evasive hate
You discover that it's too late

[Hook: 10Beats] (x2)
What you wanna do
So you wanna be ballers, shot callers
Dippin' in the Benz straight lawless
Or would you rather be fathers to your daughters?
Even though it's getting harder

[Verse 2: Common]
A letter to the better, to better the demonstration
Situation got you wishin' for ventilation
Can't a nigga breathe, trying to find what I believe
It's hard for a tree to grow when father figures leave
Plus I got a seed and my baby mama need
Smoke a little weed to keep my mind free
Only God can judge me, so to him I plead
Fifth in my hand, the myth of a man
That I should know it all and I ain't supposed to fall
Getting locked up and boxed up, protocol
Writings on the wall, fighting for the cause
Read a letter from the world and it said "It's yours"

[Hook] (x2)

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
Confused with those who say they have your back
I feel your pain, I know you're under attack
To be strong in all things in all ways, just ain't real, so some stray
Lives left in hallways, death's breath is in the air
Let your thirstful life persevere
Someone once said you were chosen
Bus as you gotten older, doors are now closin'
Karma comes around
And all those silly things you did as a grown child are wheelin' down in your direction
But not all hope is lost
Gather your thoughts for the second coming
And I'm guessing you'll be stronger than you've ever been
Ever

[Hook] (x2)
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I Go On[Intro]
Yeah! This is Lyte coming at you. Shouting out to everybody in the hood.. up to no good. The ruffneck got it going on! Yeah and i'ma do it like this

[Verse 1]
Now kick it!
You flap your tongue and talk about this and that
But all of that wrong rap is real whack
I'm on a roll of my own, you can't play me
So when you talk about the Lyte, get it right, baby
Because I think I'm all that, making niggas call back
They hit the cat and I refuse to call 'em back
It ain't worth it for the moment or the minute
You was in it then you want it but, no, now ya done, kid
I'm only taking shorts if it means I'm wearing 'em
Some of these guys, yo, I'm only scared of them
They can't handle what I got to give and always will
I'm not the run of the mill
I got skills I go on and on as ya boy, K Born!
But I had to kick 'em out before the dawn turn 'em on

[Hook]
I go on and on and on and on
Let it flow, ya don't stop
I go on and on and on and on
Let it flow or ya don't stop!

[Verse 2]
A night owl on the prowl, here's a victim
Soon as I spot 'em bu duh duh, duh duh stick em
Now I got 'em where I want him
And he's all mine, no crime but now he's on prime time
We hit the door, did the booty in the slow mo'
I like to spank 'em, gave 'em bacon on the down low
But that's all, that's it, see ya later, hops
I gave ya props but I'm gonna drop ya at the bus stop
'Cause you was on it like a hornet dog on it
Got me heated then ya beat it now you know just how to treat it
You kinda slow tho when it comes to brain cells
But you can go 'cause I came and I did it well
Sorry to hurt ya but honey, I'm a real one
You got to go if you ain't the funky feel one
And when I'm out it I hope that ya not torn
Because my brother life goes on

[Hook x4]

[Verse 3]
Now let's swing back on the topic
Brothers wanna pop it, knock it and lock it
I'm not having it 'cause I control my destiny
I'm never letting a punk get the best of me
So ease up if yo, you on a jealous tip
I'm not about to be the victim in the news clip
'Cause unlike some girls I fight back
Or get the boys double up and do a head crack
I only here for the righten night
To be hit not smack not slapped or kicked
So if you coming my way you gotta be strong
Strong enough to know that hitting a women is wrong
'Cause just like you, I can find others
Too brothers that do the do quicker than you
So if you looking for a straight up relationship
Keep looking 'cause I ain't staying kid
Because I'm outta and I hope that ya not torn
But never give up 'cause life goes on

[Hook x4]

[Outro]
Yeah coming at you for 1993, pumping in ya car pumping ya jeep
Just like that! I like to give a shoutout to Brooklyn in the house, Queens, Staten Island, Long Island, Uptown, Bronx, New York is definitely in effect! LA! Detroit! Chicago! Atlanta! Virgina! Carolinas! Cacalac! Cacalac!
**************************************************
I Am the LyteI am the Lyte	(repeated)

[ VERSE 1 ]
Examine the style used in this sequence
The rhyme's the clue, the record's evidence
To the fact that I'm hypin this episode
Cold carryin the extra wide load
The beat is fat and the rhyme is thick
All over the town you hear the sound and pick
Me, the L the y the t the e
Me, and if you see the Rock, I'm sure you'll see
Me (Hey Lyte, what will you be doin?)
Kickin it, bashin down competition
And when I drop the bomb, you'll listen
Boom! Now that I've got your attention
I'm slammin what you wanna hear
I just thought that I should mention
'89 is the Lyte year
Now's the time to roll like a rhinoceros
Step to Lyte, that's preposterous
I'm heavyweight, though I'm lightweight
My looks the hook, my rhymes the bait
And when I throw the line you proceed to take
The goody, the treat that I hand you
That you couldn't refuse
Damn, I cram to understand you
Your love is to Lyte to lose

[ VERSE 2 ]
I think you deserve this, you waited long enough
For a rhyme that's super-duper extra tough
Every human is lurkin and loomin
Puba on the beat and you know the shit is boomin
Tasty like pastry, fresh from the bakery
First Priority, that's the way it has to be
Feel the drum, I bet it makes your body numb
One for all, and all for one I bet you come
Hurry, hurry, step right up and see the show
MC Lyte and K-Rock are about to throw
Get on line and purchase your ticket
(Hey, don't worry) Lyte is gonna kick it
(Go on, be happy) I put you up on the scoop
Now come and watch the party hoop

[ VERSE 3 ]
I am the Lyte, and it is time for me to go
You wanna beef, save that shit for the toilet bowl
I use styles, styles and much many styles
I leave smiles, smiles and much many smiles
On the people who come to see the Lyte perform
(Word is bond)
The rhyme will kick as the brain will tick
You can tell because the record'll sell
Old styles and new styles formatted together
Bold or dull, so it doesn't matter whether
Which comes first or vice-a versa
It won't make a difference, as long as you rehearse-a
Get it down pat, and come right and exact
MC Lyte is comin right and I'ma say goodnight

[ Grand Puba Maxwell ]
Yeah
MC Lyte in effect for '89
One time to wreck that mind, boy
Yeah
Ah
Pump, pump, pump it up
Yeah
Sure nuff
MC Milk
Warlord of the mixboard
In effect
Sure shot
Yeah
Pump (pump) (pump)..
Mh-hm
**************************************************
Don’t Cry Big Girls[Verse 1]
This is Lyte, and I'm just here to say
That I choose to express my feelings this way
Always alone, either with a microphone
Or just plainly emphasize the tone
Of my voice, cause yo, I know I'm your choice
So when I am speaking, show your gratitude
While I am teaching, I have no attitude
I'm just here to get the job totally done
85% work, 15% fun
Sometimes I admit, I get so excited
Rhyme for rhyme, I just can't fight it
Can't stop the flow, it's just too persistant

[Hook]
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry

[Verse 2]
Can't stop the flow, it's just too persistant
The level is extremely low on my resistance
By you or any other I'll never be beaten at a
Rap meeting, in other words a battle
Cause y'all, I'm like a farmer, and y'all's the cattle
Be a big girl about it, don't you start cryin
That'll mean I made you weep without even tryin
Lyte takes it like a big girl, I'm no jive girl
Comin direct, tellin you that I'm a live girl
'I'm positive', you've heard this expression before
So next time you see Lyte shine through the door
Don't talk behind my back, confront me like a big girl

[Hook]
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry

[Verse 3]
Don't talk behind my back, confront me like a big girl
So I can take you to all slimmies of the world
Big girls, we don't fight over men
Although there's one worth fighting for every now and then
But then I think again, it's not worth my while
And it's also not a big girl style
And I know you're thinkin: 'Wait, Lyte is slim and short?'
While being brought up I was also taught
Take it like it comes and proceed with the flow
Lyte is the biggest of the big girls, and now you know

[Hook]
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry

This is dedicated to Milk Dee from the Audio 2
To Gizmo from the Audio 2
The whole Alliance crew
You know what I'm sayin?
And to all the big girls
Also the small girls
You got time to grow up to be big girls

[Hook]
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
**************************************************
Woo Woo (Freak Out)Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

Verse 1:MC Lyte
Naughty but you like and nasty but you want it
I'm the chick that never front it
Picture that
Me wearin a pager
So you can be down my back
It ain't happin jack
Am I too fine?
If so I can leave
Have somewhere to go
You better believe
I keep a tight schedule
Not many are blessed
Still on a quest
Not knowin I'm da best
Causin a mess wherever I go
They still want me there I'm the star of the show
Your ride is sweet
My ride is much sweeter
Come take a ride with this senorita
Theres more to me that the eye can't see
But I'm twice as much as you'd thought I'd be
When I hit da scene
All better be where cause da party don't jump till I get there

Chorus ( Nicci Gilbert )

Come on
We're doin it everyday
All night is how we like to play
Feel the rhythm do what you want to do
Kick back we're doin it at the woooooo

Verse 2: MC Lyte

You took to long to ask
Now I don't know
If you can hang wit my flow
Keep it on da dlow I start da fire
Watch it go down
When it's time to put the flame out
I put the juice down
When you woo-woo
So nasty it's sick Wanna know my tricks
Studyin' me like a flick
I'm the girl your mama warned you about at night
Ask Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
I'm that candy girl
I got da suga for your sweet toothe
Comin in your crib in my birthday suit
I'm that, bad habit you just can't shake
What I want I take
Some a y'all could relate
Got the yab yum
To get ya stuck like glue
It ain't over to we all come through
When I hit the scene
All better be where cause da party don't jump til I get there

Chorus x 2

Verse 3: MC Lyte

So you wanna be da tiger roaming through my woods huh
Babe boy you gotta bring da goods
Not just any penny
Can get in my piggy
Bently or empty you just can't tip me
Lyte got, just what you like
All up in your ear but I'm not like Mike
Red Hot
Be the brown chili peppa
Y'all know my words
Let's sing it together
Light to infinite
Like Dusk Til Dawn
When I hit da scene
All better beware cause da party don't ump da jump til I get there

Chorus repeat til fades
**************************************************
The Wonder Years[Jay-Z]
So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be

[Mc Lyte]
It's like the wonder years you blink and I appear
From a cloud of smoke I'm like a full court press and you choke
When I'm near pull up a chair let me explain how I maintain the youthful glow
For you that don't know it's called H2O
So stop asking when I walk by
How I look so young and stay that fly
It's elementary, kick the liquor when you turn dirty thirty
The rest is a secret so I keep it for the worthy
Some of us need to be doing the bid
Spitting lyrics that's worst than Ritalin for kids
They say "Lyte they ain't ready for nothin' you did"
So we kick the same stuff as if we were stupid
Take the same beat and loop
50 times, Why not? that other group did
It's idiotic, average and robotic
I keep it real my mental thick like a Harvard clique
I got them singing Bob Marley hits. (I don't want to wait.)
They don't want to wait in vain
But I'm worth all the joy and the pain
Come hard when I hit, goddamn you know the name Lyte

[Hook]
Lock this down like its supposed to be
The pioneers wonder years L-Y-T-E
Oh yeah she's back the industry need that
So pay attention to her I told y'all to listen to her
Yeah Lyte she's back, the female G-Rap been in the limelight
Baby girl get your mind right

(Yeah I'mma do it like this)

[Mc Lyte]
Pass on the insight, teach a seed about Lyte
And how I was the first female to smash the mic
Yeah nigga, I speak the facts of life
While a whole lot of others was crap on the mic
Still showin Mc's what cash look like
From the Jetta to the porsche to the navi I'm tight
What I got it's hot you can have it to
Praise god, work hard all you have to do
I was born to be the Lyte to give the spark in the dark
Spread the truth to the youth, the ghetto joan of ark
It's sad these kids put you at the head of thier throne
All you give them back is raps about your bone
Gettin head in your whip, a studio in your home
But who cares cause you dummies all sound like clones
It's a mystery to me how you got this far
Can't read, can't even count the miles on your car

[Hook]

[Mc Lyte]
Yeah, You take this easy, slow it up on them
I feel the animosity
Loosen up the grip when I shoot from the lip, I hear it constantly
"Yo Lyte kick that same shit you did in '86"
I can't do that, I'm too evolved too big to stay small
In a world full of problems, especially the U.S just can't solve them
My data too robust they can't feel where I'm headed
How I keep the mind, spirit and the body all connected
Respected by many and any that want to test
Bring them Timbos and leave home that pretty mini dress
I'm a viking I'm fighting until the death of me
As god blows breathe in me, I leave the legacy
Lyte as a Rock!

[Hook]
**************************************************
Kickin’ 4 Brooklyn[Hook]
Kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha-cha)
Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ
(Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom)

[Verse 1]
Now I was rockin' this party in the 90s, Brooklyn
You know where the people get hype
'll rock a party from Friday to Saturday night
48 hours done, and I still hold the mic
I try to put you down and say that I'm through
But they give it back to me and say, "Continue"
That's the thing about Brooklyn, they never get enough
Of the rap and the music and all the good stuff
That makes your life worth livin' for
Respect is the crowd, the crowd that I draw
Never am I dissed, and never ever shall I be
Ain't a MC alive that can deal with me
And if you think you're the one that can deal with this
Well, you ah - best prepare for a big fat dis

[Hook]
Kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha) (cha)
Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ
(Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom)

[Verse 2]
Now I was chillin' in Flatbush, mindin' my own
When a girl walked up with a chrome microphone
She said, "Hey, MC Lyte, I heard about you
So here's the microphone, let's see what you can do"
So I took the microphone and I threw it to the ground
Cause I need no assist when it comes to gettin' down
When I start to rap, she start to shake
She knew to confront me was truly a mistake
So she picked the microphone off the grey concrete
And before I turned around, she was down the street

[Hook]
Now kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha-cha)
Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ
(Boom) (cha) (boom) (cha) (boom)

[Verse 3]
Now when I'm on the stage, everyone starts starin'
Is it what I'm sayin', or is it what I'm wearin'?
50/50 chance it's what I'm sayin'
And at the same time what my deejay is playin'
If you can get hype and sort of like loud
Yo, K-Rock, kick this one for the crowd
I been to lots of parties, mostly Uptown
And one thing I noticed: young people get down
So hip-hoppers, hip-hoppers, from all around
Get with the funky sound

[Hook]
Kick this one for Brooklyn
(Cha) (cha) (cha)
Now kick this one for the 90s
(Boom) (cha-cha)
Now kick this one here for Me & My DJ
(Boom) (cha-cha-cha)
(Boom) (cha-cha-cha)
(Boom) (cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-chack)
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Like a VirginFifteen years old, thought I was in love
I was never told, sex is like drugs
Too much'll drive you crazy -- in fact
The brother was so good, had me comin back
Took my virginity, like he took my heart
I had to find the Lyte, he left me in the dark
All alone, no one to be with
And the brothers they ask me why I riff
I got hard, grew a shell upon my back
I had to get a grip, to keep my life intact
I had to let em know, Lyte is not fragile
Cause if they think this, brothers can get - foul
They'll use, bruise and abuse
Dump your ass and be sure to choose
The next fresh fish that steps into the place
If they desire, they forgot your face
Lovin them and leavin them, that was their reasonin
Thinkin he was pleasin you, when he was just TEASIN you
Summer was over, back in school
He said come over, that would be cool
I said OK, it's been a year now
Some even asked why, some even asked how
Could you wait that long, for me to be with it
Some said yo Hobbes, you're never gonna get it
But then the time came, you and I both came
Things would soon change, never would they be the same
Before this afternoon, took place
I was in love, I walked around in space
I'd rush home from school just to speak to you
Talk for an hour, maybe even two
We'd just laugh though, nothing serious
I guess back then, you were just curious
To see what I was like, just to touch my flesh
I could be wrong though, that's my first guess

..

You was in your house, I was in mine
As long as we were chattin on the line, it was fine
All alone, yet talkin on the phone
If you got bored you felt your bone
And as bad as I am, I talked you through every stroke --
Lyte ain't no joke!
You've been beggin for some time, for me to come visit
You never got mad though, if I wasn't widdit
But this day was different, I was feelin in the mood
For some slow type of groove or some soul food
In other words sex, yeah that's better
I threw on the Jordache, the Izog sweater
That was in style then, come on don't laugh
Sergio's, Lee's, you wore those in the past
Anyway I arrived, twenty past five
He'd been hypin himself, sayin he was quite live
I said here's your chance, show me some romance
We begin to slow dance, off with his pants
BOOM it was over, damn that was quick
Too bad little homey had a widdle widdle *HORN*
The only one I've seen, cause yo he was the first
But since I've had others, damn he was the worst
I was in love though, that didn't matter
Nothin you could say, could ever shatter
My world, take it away, just a young little girl
Oh well
He stepped, jet, family moved
Leavin me in the mood for some soul food
Damn I felt hurt, just like a jerk
Would somebody PLEASE just mush my face in dirt
So I can hide, from the whole fuckin world
WHAT THE FUCK IS LOVE, such a naive girl!
Suppose I got pregnant, damn I'd be lost
My mom woulda kicked me out to live with Jack Frost
I guess I'm lucky though, lonely for sure
Waitin for the fucker to come knockin at my door
I didn't hold my breath though, I might be dead
Yo 45, next time I'll use my head
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Keep On, Keepin’ On (Remix)[Intro: Delite]
Remix, check it out

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
B-boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for you're ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make you suffer, that's when you had enough-a
Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot?
Surely I can if you the man
I get loose and produce large amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy
To enter me and get it on
You're getting warm
I can feel you getting closer
Now baby, down this Mimosa
You better believe it's time to give a toast to
The woman of the decade, too bad to be played
Get vexed and I'm bound to throw shade
All over your body
Who's body, your body
I can rock a party like nobody
Leaving time to take home the loot
Choosy about who I let knock my boot
Now let me take sight while your loving the Lyte
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right

[Chorus: Xscape]
Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
A love brand new

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
Beware of the stare when I step the piece
I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released
Now who from the chosen shall I choose?
Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes
I found me a new nigga this year
That knows how to handle this here
Now I look forward to going home at night
Brother does me right, under the candlelight
Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that
A-yes, I can, can or why not
If I wanna, yes, I can, can
More honey than a bumblebee hive
Pulling sixty-nine ways out my archive
Sweet like licorice, sugar for my booga
Juicy like Hi-C or an Icee
I got shit to make your ass write a bad check
'Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to
As I proceed to open up and feed you
I got a longing to put you where you wanna be
Ven aqui and I'll get rid of all company

[Chorus: Xscape]
Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
A love brand new

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
Many have tried strict regulations
Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation
Those that didn't perform well
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell
You're playing with my time, trying to jerk me
Hurt me then desert me, you better work me
While you got the opportunity
To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E
Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
Once said by my born-in-hell
Only the lonely die slowly
Left all alone try to control me
Easy does it never ask how was it
Never speak my info of my sheets in the streets
'Cause that ain't cool, and that ain't cute
To talk about who knocked the boot on a video shoot
But it's all good though, you gotta get it when you want it
Sight your prey, make your move and hop up on it
It's natural, never be ashamed
Fuck the fame, get the name, and kick the game

[Chorus: Xscape]
(All you gotta do is) Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
A love brand new
Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
Keep on keepin' on
You came and you changed my world
A love brand new
Keep on keepin' on

[Outro: Xscape & Delite]
It's the remix, uh
Yes, baby, uh
Ya don't stop
It goes on and on and ya don't stop
Just keep it on
Keep on keepin' on
Uh, yes, yes, y'all
You came and you changed my world
A love brand new
Keep on keepin' on
2000, uh, 2000, 2000 watts
Keep on keepin' on
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Ride Wit MeLytro, yeah, hm, yo
Yeah, fuck the rest be, nobody can test me
Rich like Nestle, thick like Wesley
Snipe out, I'm the type that be about
Crashin' up in ya joint and knockin' the lights out
Feelin' lovely, trust me, I'm drug free
Only chewed on bringing out the thug in me
Cos you sittin' on my nerves, when we've already heard
That garbage, played-out crap you call rap
Some chicks say they love that, well I'm above that
Calling me a ho won't do it's two, double O two
And my crew roll thick like BIG
Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep
You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and
Rollin' with the shelter, making niggas jail free
Like a Luger, I spit thick shit
That a leave ya squad sick, cos I ran up in this shit

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me

Still got the little frame with the big name
Watch it change cos, nah nigga, we ain't in the same gang
We walk different and we talk a different slang
You a sidekick, and I'm a four point six range
You a one roof flat, I'm fifty acres of land
In Jamaica with your man laid up, gettin' a tan
Thought you knew, I'm overdue
And you're overrated so cats are over you
I inspired you, come on now, no way
? that rumour, the consumer won't believe it anyway
Never play with the messenger, Head on Joan of Arc
When I'm coming through these parts like just cut the dark
I'm a trendsetter, go getter, bringer back
Cos I'm fed up, ready to get a set up
Oh you scurred, vision blurred
Cos I serve these words
And pitch them bitches with a curse

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me

Yo what I'm sayin I've been layin' waitin' for the right situation
New York hawk city playin', back in the BK bomber
Niggas in the hood call me Lyte
But brothers call me Lana Moorer the high scorer
Play fool if you wanna, we closin' after quarter
I started it and I shut the shit down
Sit down, don't nobody move, I'm making haters quit now
Been a long time coming but I'm running with the torch
Race, got a lot a rats but I can't be caught, or bought
Cos I won't sell out, that's why me and the big dogs, we fell out
Not with a major, but I'm still major league
Crash ya dome with this ? then watch your nose bleed
You want it, you can get it anytime
Cos I got many lines for niggas of any kind, you know me

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
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Can You Dig ItI got the charm and the wit of a pop hit
But I'm street.. "Catch the beat"
Don't drop it, just don't stop it
Don't you dare step off the topic
That I got a one-track mind and this track's all mind
The whole three four five six seven eight nine
In the pocket, burstin in the air are rockets
Creatin lots of Lyte -- get it?
How many different ways can I say it?
Piano Man, how many ways can you play it?
I spell it out, the L-Y-T-E
Without a doubt.. "Got to be funky!"
And it damn sho' nuff is
It gotta be like that, in this rough biz
Of music, baby, use it or lose it
What's funky is funky, you can't refuse it
I got a grip on the groove and it won't move
An inch until I pinch this party

"Can you dig it?"	"Right on"	"Right on!" (4X)

It's my style, love it, or lump it
It's my beat, pass it or pump it
And it thumps, like a heartbeat
And when it gets old, it won't get weak
It'll get stronger, much stronger
Long live the King, but the Lyte lives longer
It's well argumented and well documented
I hold the title of the best, you can't prevent it
With a ten foot pole, you can't hold em
Born to be wild is what a song once told me
Was my destiny, so I strive to be the best
Lo and behold..
Every rhyme I write, you gots to chant them
Every song I sing, a national anthem
Is there a message in my music?
If I can do it -- you can do it!

"Can you dig it?"	"Right on"	"Right on!" (8X)

The L, Y, T, E, has to make
"funky funky funky hit records" Constantly!
So in the advent of an event
I have to invent a dope style comment
I come off with flyin colors
I keep my own identity, compared to no others
It's hard to do, but I pull it through
Cause I'm Lyte the MC, that's what I do
The body snatcher, yo I gots to catch a
MC head up, bring on a batch of
New ones, so I can systematically do em
The old ones, HUH, I already been through em
Two by two, I do em like Noah
Yes you know the time, so let's go
The bottom line, is I'm funk bound
K-Rock and Master T, let's get down

"Can you dig it?"	"Right on"	"Right on!" (8X)
**************************************************
Have U Ever[Hook]
Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte
(Repeat)

[Verse 1]
As I zoom with the Z down the Avenue
Who it be, me less the crew
Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo
I'm makin moves, that's smoother than
The cream or the sweat from a wet dream
Drippin wit Vaseline
My Mabeline left a ring on the scene
I got mad peeps down with the tag team
Listen you couldn't front it you want to
Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to
Looking at my tag it's about that time
For you to get yours, for me to get mine
I got our shit poppin wheelies like a Ninja
The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter
My placenta is on high overload, my complete context
Can get so complex, I might explode
On the scene, like a nuclear bomb
While the children scream, I'm yelling: "Ring the alarm"

[Hook]
Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte
(Repeat)

[Verse 2]
This is going out to all the ruffnecks
And hood rats, Jermaine hit me off with the track
Yo Brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at
I be the stage wrecker, rhyme manifester
Feel the pressure, coming
Straight off Elektra, the shit that be
Kicking is off the wall crazy
You can't see, what I can see cause you're
Blind baby, born a slave die a slave
Representing from the cradle to the grave
Cause we living in the last day, coming through your TV in 3-D
It's the Lyte representing for the female species
Letting em know that they can't even

[Hook]
Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte
(Repeat)

[Verse 3]
What do we have here, an impostor
Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster
I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em
Rap my collapse, when they attack
And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust
Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust
Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it
Speak it like I see it
It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it
I take the form of the rain in a storm
As I get warm, like the rays of the sun
Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to
Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome
You to the terrordome, the unknown zone
A Million miles away from home
The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs
Or the universe erupt
I'ma be the one to lights this motherfucker up

[Hook]
Have you ever, ever in your long living life
Seen a woman rock the mic
Like the one called the Lyte
(Repeat)
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Break it Down(chorus) (G. Salah)
Let's break it down...
Let's break it down...
Let's break it down...
Let's break it down, break it down x2

Verse 1 (India)
Now it's India, India, I get into ya, styles I got plenty 'a
I'm bout it bout it, you know my ones stay crowded
Fuck around and doubt it, and get that ass louded
The future me, 2003, ultra magnetic, this MC... (MCs, MCs, MCs freeze)
I'm not afraid of you niggas, I'm ready for the masses
I keep it tight like spandex do asses
Palmer's cocoa butter for the ashes, while Chanel laces up my lashes
Uh oh no, stop! It don't get hot because I locked it
Got it, give me 6 million like you gave 2Pac it
Hot forever 'coz that's how I plotted

(chorus)

Verse 2 (G. Salah)
I'm that R rated nigga from the films with mistique
With taste from the hamptoms but still street
Don't sleep I reach the ghetto to elite
Blessed with the vocals gifted with the feet
Pretty nigga, pearly white teethe
I can't for now 'coz my mind says from Asia
I'm unreachable, fuck a portable and pager
Made nigga, no time for posin', leavin' niggas like Moses
Front and get swollen The black italian G. Salah the chosen
I beat you down with love get you stuck frozen
'Coz I talk shit like caches, and I backs it
Can you match this my magic
Catcy like habits, digest and swallow
The G. Salah tablet baby, wah you beautiful

(chorus)

Verse 3 (MC Lyte)
I resonate like 808s but with a ill tone
Lyte the oddesy, full blown
]From Cali to Medina, the head turner, Tina
Belle Venezuela, rockin' Argentina
Hot like heaters, swift like cheeters
]From where I stand grass remains greener
(Let me tell you 'bout a girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Brooklyn, and her shit is always cookin')
See I be flowin' yes constantly
That's why the cabbage that I stack is deep winter green
And the way that I be hittin', unlike any other sister, I get into your
System, man I make you listen
I give, give back 10 fold, Lana on the ill trio
India, Gio, we know it's broke down so let's blow

(chorus till fade...)
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Not Wit’ a Dealer[ performed by MC Lyte and Milk Dee ( ) ]

A friend of mine (Which one?) Cecilia
(Yeah?) has a man (so?) a dealer
(Which one?) Born - Born Supreme
You know the type (Yeah, I know what you mean)
Gold and cars (cars and gold
The more he got, yo, the more he sold
He told her he loved her (Huh, gased her head)
Her love he bought just to warm his bed
I tried to tell her, but it went out the other ear
She didn't wanna hear, what I had to say
She just replied this way
(Girl, I love him, he treats me so good
He gets much respect in my neighborhood)
I cram to understand why she wants this man
(Yo, he sold the crack to Sam...)

[ Chorus ]
	(I used to be in love...)	
	But not with a dealer
	(I used to be in love...)
	I know how it feels
	(I used to be in love...)
	You make love while he makes deals

The story gets worse, they threaten her life
A guy walked on her (Yo, come here) with a knife
And said (Being with Born is a big mistake
It's a shame your life I have to take
If you leave him now, you'll be alright
If not, you won't make it through the night)
She came to me and said (Lyte, what do I do?)
Forget about Born, or else you're through (Ahh...)
She said (But, but I love him!) Hm, I wonder
Is love worth bein six feet under?
Nope (And that's on the real tip)
I think it's time you skip
Town (Hey girl, don't hang around
Or else you'll be goin -)

[ Chorus ]

Miss C said (No, I'm stayin with my man
He stands by me, so I too must stand)
Girl, you're stupid, you're gonna take a fall
( *phone rings* ) and then she received a call
(Hello? Listen, baby, they got a contract on me
I know because Brian warned me
I'm outta here, goin back to Cali
Grab your stuff and meet me in the alley)
She grabbed her stuff, the gold and the cash
Headed for the door in a flash
She said (I'm outta here) Now wait just a minute
You know he's a dealer, his windows are tinted
(Naw) He has truck jewelry, and no job
(So?) Carries ducats in ??? (So what?)
Now hell the hell does he get these things?
(I don't know!) The Gucci, the Louis, the Polo rings
(Yeah?) Dealers are bad news, take it from Lyte
They say they kill you, and they might
(You're right, Lyte, you tell no lie
Just let me go say good-bye)
She ran down the stairs in a minute or more
I heard a thunderous roar
( *shots* ) Born and Cecilia - killed by Uzis
See why it pays to be choosy?

[ Chorus ]
**************************************************
Everyday[Hook:]
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday

Off the top see me and want to serve
Just thinkin about what they need
Ain't that some nerve, now look here 24 hours and
7 whole days, I demand my respect
I demand my praise, everyday that I wake
I gotta have everything done with no mistakes
I take it incredibly slow don't try to rush me
No means no, I never said a no that meant yes
Other women get taken for granted
I guess I got a wish list that must be fulfilled
And you gets none until I get my toes sucked
And my eyebrows pluked
I need my car waxed and floor shellac
I need my back rubbed and da bubbles in the tub
That float to the bed so that we can make love

[Hook]

It ain't to ask for when
I come off tour to have my truck washed
Or my body massaged, all the bills paid i send home
All my dough and you being my man it just ain't for show
All the lovey dovey yeah that is sweet
But honey bunny you gotta earn your keep

But don't sleep cause I need a lot of shit done
And cold harded yeah check out whatever is clever
And get to stepping if you know somthing better
If not, then respect whatcha got
Meanwhile I got a new ride at the lot
Pick it up and bring it back to the spot
This is how we do it this is how we do it now, everyday
I need it done in a special way baby, tell them how it goes

[Hook]

On the real I need a man that understands me and
Realizes the reality: I'm in the MC industry which means
I want to live lovely I gotta make money
Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got
If it's too hot nigga, then raise up out my spot
If it's my trade i made up the black ace of spade
Alone in the world it's me you can't fade
It's my life, I do it my way
You don't like my way? Then hit the highway
See I'm special not because I'm MC lyte, but because
I'm a women with the gift to bear life, it's done
Yes I've rested my case now run pick up my dermalogical
For my face this is how it goes down everyday
I need it done in a special way baby

[Hook]
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When in Love[only vocal parts feat. MC Lyte are shown]

When in Love (3X)

When in love you might cuss and fuss and fight
But at the end of the night, everything is alright
Drips of tears turn into drops of sweat
It'll only get as wet as I let it baby
I love hard, I've done some effed up things
From kicking them in the Nerfs, to throwin away his ring
So if you love me, love me and stay with me
But you can walk if your plan is to play me
I'm not embarassed, nor am I ashamed
To say once in the past, I've been gamed
But that was then, and this is now
And there's no way damn it, there's no how
Although you gotta go through the good and the bad
Pray to the one up above it's not a fad
You'll do some crazy things when in love
Those in love know what I'm speakin of

When in Love

When in love you do things that are strange
Look back and say, "I must have been deranged!"
I'm talkin like pickin your lover's nose
Cooking his food and washing his clothes
And if you thought that was goin too far
What about givin him the keys to your car?
You could be partyin and havin a ball
But you stop and check your messages to see if he called
How about sittin in the house all night
Waitin for the phone to ring -- that ain't right!
But you do it anyway cause you love him to death
And if he was dyin, you'd give your last breath
You gotta go through the good and the bad
Pray to the one up above it's not a fad
You'll do some crazy things when in love
Those in love know what I'm speakin of

When in Love (2X)

When in love you go out your way to please him
Wait outside his job, hope that you see him
And guys buy girls some serious things
Like two-seater cars and diamond rings
I know what happens, she got you strung
Guess it doesn't matter long as you're having fun
Love'll make you do some crazy things
Meet a married man and then have a fling
Like Babyface said, "Love makes things happen"
It's most important, to hear what I'm rappin
Someone in love better take your time
Cause love sometimes make one commit crimes
Although you gotta go through the good and the bad
Pray to the one up above it's not a fad
You'll do some crazy things when in love
Those in love know what I'm speakin of

When in Love (6X)
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Better PlaceHave you ever
Had someone close to you die
I know you wanna cry
But keep your head up high
And remember (remember)
They're in a better place (in heaven)
Up there somewhere far away
And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day

I know you keep them in your heart
That special part. Didn't care to share
Thought he'd always be there
But he had to go. It was his time to fly
Though he struggled to live
See we all gotta die
Don't question why
It's just how life goes
It just happened to be your number one homie that God chose
Your sadness shows, your woes, your sorrows
But keep in mind the sun will shine tomorrow
Now he's gotta halo, an everlasting glow
And it's painful but only God knows
What's next on the agenda (yeah)
Either way you gotta return to sender
But while you're here you gotta keep ya head up
Moving on your life and never let up
Let the past be the inspiration to get up
Tell the devil he's a liar and ya feed up c'mon

Have you ever
Had someone close to you die
I know you wanna cry
But keep your head up high
And remember (remember)
They're in a better place (in heaven)
Up there somewhere far away
And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day

Release and let go the fault wasn't ours
She was called upon by a much higher power
What's important for us all to understand
We're just little pieces in God's big plan so
Hold on when I tell you hold on, stay strong and it won't be long
Till you see your little boy again your mommy again your brother again
Your best friend
Sometimes you just wanna ball out his name
Seem like your sun don't shine the same, but you gotta maintain
Remain sane, know you're not to blame
But while you're here
You gotta keep your head up
Keep moving on your life and never let up
Let the past be the inspiration to get up
Tell the devil he's a liar and ya feed up c'mon

Have you ever
Had someone close to you die
I know you wanna cry
But keep your head up high
And remember (remember)
They're in a better place (in heaven)
Up there somewhere far away
And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day

I know it's hard living life after death
Sometimes hard to see what you got left
Now you're feelin' lost don't know what to do
Don't let the demons out there try to fool you
Give it all to God he'll pull you through
Jehovah'll make a witness out of you
You know it's true, but it's hard to realize
That God's still there when your best friend dies
They'll be times when you just fall apart
Just remember to keep them always in your heart
Let the tears fall it's okay to cry
Try to understand it's his time to fly
There's a time when a spirit to say peace and release
From a body that's left deceased
You've got to know there's so much more than what's right here
Have no fear

Have you ever
Had someone close to you die
I know you wanna cry
But keep your head up high
And remember (remember)
They're in a better place (in heaven)
Up there somewhere far away
And they'll be waiting for you to join them one day

Ad lib and repeat chorus 2x
**************************************************
Brooklyn(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I got the intro along with the cash flow
Make all the bad boys seem like nymphos
Yeah, I'm hard, I get sexy like Veronica
I use sex as an instrument like the philharmonica
No, I ain't tall, but I'm small and I'm slender
Ask him who's been in, shit is like tender
If he didn't like it, then return to sender
He didn't do that, it's too fat, he remembers
Never ever have I ever said I was good lookin
Just one bad-ass bitch from Brooklyn
Not here to steal your loot, your coat, your rocks
Makin niggas drop whenever we hit the block
They hear 'Brooklyn', and we up to no good
Well, here we come, so there goes your neighborhood
Timbos scuffed up, sess bein puffed up
Mess with the wrong one, kid, you get ruffed up

Peace to my people in
	(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)
	(You know the place)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I got the rhythm that'll rip up shows
Blow down foes, they kill at will to get a taste of my flow
Vocally I rock locally and worldwide
Those that got bad wish they woulda never tried
Cause when you come from where I come from
You gotta be tough
Cause niggas'll call your bluff quick enough
Cause if your hood is like my hood, you gotta think quick
Shit stink, niggas are slick, have you turnin tricks
I gotta give it up to Mr. Cool J
For givin up the props to the girls around the way
It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam in the park
If you wanna get naughty, bring your forty to the arc
Cause we get down when it comes to a jam
Just watch your backpocket, keep a eye on the man
If your town is like my town, you don't wanna mess around
Wind up gettin bagged up, beat down

	Peace to my people in
	(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)
	(You know the place)

[ VERSE 3 ]
Everyhwere that I step they know my rep
Cause I'm sayin and doin ill shit they won't forget
Breakin down doors, although I never break laws
Come to a town that's yours, and I be rippin the whole tour
Comin hard for your section, slow up
Live in the flesh and about to blow up
So yo, come down, and then get the fuck up
Looks are hooked, you lucked up, you're booked
You gotta be hard, cause I ain't with softies
Hit, then you miss, gotta get offa this
So come with your game, cause you can't be lame
As soon as you walk, I'm forgettin your name
As long as you know all that enter are equal
Straight from the Lyte I send peace to my people

	(Yeah)
	Peace to my people
	(Yeah)
	Peace to my people

	Peace to my people on the east coast
	Peace to my people on the west
	Peace to the people up north
	Peace to the people down south
	Peace to the people in Brooklyn
	Peace to the people in the Bronx
	Peace to my people in Compton
	Peace to my people goin uptown
	Peace to my people in Detroit
	Peace to my people in Houston
	Peace to my people in Philly
	Peace to my people in Boston
	Peace to my people in Jersey
	Peace to my people in Georgia
	Peace to my people in Philly
	Peace to my people in Richmond
	Peace to my people in Cali
	Peace to my people in Queens
	Peace to my people goin uptown
	Peace to my people in the islands
	Peace to my people on the beach
	Peace to my people in Miami
	Peace to my people
	I send peace to my people

	(You know the place)

	(Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn...)
**************************************************
Keep it Movin’[Intro: MC Lyte]
Yeah, hmm-huh
Hmm-huh, Yeah

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Yeah
She's arrived, Miss Hotness
All up in the limo, yeah me and my partners
Got a lot of dough like it's supposed to be
They smell it and they want to come close to me
They see me at the club try approaching me
Sending notes to me, want to toast to me
Stop, I got a lot of history
That you need to know before you start kissing me
I'm a libra and if you tip my scales
You'll be riding on the third rail ready to bail, shhhh
I give them hell when they copy my sounds
Trying to rock me 'round when they be knocking me downtown
Quick to bed, want to know what I said
Off the top of the head cause I'm living on the edge
Ain't that rough now you know what's up
It's the ride of your life, now buckle up, come on

[Chorus: Payne & (MC Lyte)]
You got to be special to get down with me
If you're not (If you're not)
Keep it movin' (Keep it movin')
All the negativity don't bring that to me
If you are (If you are)
Keep it movin' (Keep it movin')

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
Ain't no mediocre here, you're dealing with the top
When you're coming for my spot, I'm as light as a rock
When you enter my world, well bring the whole house down
I'm the chosen girl with the golden sound
I'm feisty, ain't nobody as nice as me
Precisely, killing them all softly when they shiesty
Got crazy ways to stay crazy paid
So all lazy days my seeds don't fade away
I got rhymes that be late for those that want to play
Rhymes on lay-way for those who can't pay
I switch mode Wild West episode, overload
Everybody wants to know a horse like Rowe
Gitty up, put your money where your tongue rest
Is it Jane West or Loveless
I guess it will be the last man on the street
Holding the heat, standing in middle of the street, come on

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
Keep it on them
Case closed, everyone knows
I'm the best at what I do
So you better never doze
I rock your bulge and those MC's
That any track no room to breath
Ain't no replacing me, stop chasing me
Not knowing how to act when you're facing me
Oh you wanna roll with me, ride shotgun
Look hun do you got more to drop some
Can't hustle with the hustler
Bout to go up in your mouth
Get your jugular, I strategize and lock them in
Box them in so tight they need oxygen
Ooh please you're not next to me
Baby icons keeping you guessing b
If you've never been impressed by me
Just mess with me, that's the recipe
To get blessed from me

Repeat 1 (2x)

[Bridge: MC Lyte & (Payne)]
All that right there
(Keep it movin')
For all you non-believers
(Keep it movin')
If you not on my level
(Keep it movin')
I ain't got time for that there
(Keep it movin')

Repeat 1

[Bridge: MC Lyte & (Payne)]
If you're not nice with yours
(Keep it movin')
Talking that yang put it on pause
(Keep it movin')
If you not about them papers
(Keep it movin')
You catch up with me lataz
(Keep it movin')

[Outro: Payne]
Keep it movin'
Repeat 2 till end
**************************************************
Eyes are the Soul[Verse 1]

He knows he's leaving, not much time left
Holding on to his very last breath
I saw him last week, nervous and uptight
Losing sleep, stays up all night
Wishin he woulda used his mind and not rushed
To push in the bush but took his time
To get to know the girl he slapped skins with
Shared needles with
Wish he could go back, change the direction
But now he's got the infection
I spoke to him, gave him inspired words
I'm sure he's heard
Live by the sword, die by the sword
What's left, pray to the oh Lord
You can deny but the truth will unfold
Because the eyes are the soul

Eyes are the soul..
Eyes are the soul..

[Verse 2]

I look into his eyes, but he's so high
From the crack, he thinks that he can fly
He has problems he doesn't like solving
Takes one hit, and thinks the world stops revolving
19, his eyes full of tears
He hasn't smiled at least for a year
His mom is gone cause he was high one night
Robbed and killed her, because of the crack pipe
He's wanted by the law
Because he's robbed at least three grocery stores
He's lost, all control
Take a look, eyes are the soul

Eyes are the soul..
Eyes are the soul..
Eyes are the soul..

[Verse 3]

I look into her eyes, she's so young
But I know, where she's comin from
I've watched her grow, little girl down the street
White shirts and skirts with pleats
She cried, fear in her voice
Not knowing, she had a choice
Oh so sad, oh so lonely
If she knew that she's not the only
One in school that didn't use the caution
Facin, raisin a baby or abortion
Her mother said she had to leave
Who wants to be where a baby is not received
No ultimatum, she's goin to the G.Y.N
To put it to an end
She's learned a lesson I suppose
I can tell, eyes are the soul

Eyes are the soul..
Eyes are the soul..
Eyes are the soul..
**************************************************
MC Lyte Likes Swingin’[Verse 1]
I may come on strong but that's what you like
You like a female MC who can handle the mike
How do I know? Because you told me so
You instantly prefer a pro to supervise the show
So that's why I'm here, don't mean to make a case of it
This rap here, well, it's just for the taste of it
I write the rap to make the whole world sing
And I'm the type of female, well, I like to swing

[Hook]
MC Lyte likes swingin

[Verse 2]
Party people in the place, since you started the case
Of a demonstration, I need concentration
So you can make a full examination
Then you will agree that I'm the best MC
And so is my deejay on the tables, Rock
This is the best jam that you could get
The rap by Lyte and the beat by Stetsa
(Beat by Stetsa) (beat by Stetsa)
Never turn it down, cause it's what you requested
Any mike I hold, you know the big man pressed it
Sole believer in the rap I say
You believe it too, that's why you never walk away
You like the way I do it, you like my style
Study me like a book, cause you know I'm worth your while
Expressions on my face show you just how I feel
Add a rap to my gestures, now you know the deal

[Hook]
MC Lyte likes swingin

[Verse 3]
Cause yo, I am the best and that I'll boast
Sit down and be the guest, and I'll be the host
It's wack to those that know and those that do not
Like 'Coke is it' I hit the spot
Like 'good vibrations', I'm like Sunkist
The rap is smooth, cause it's sealed with chapstick
Not gonna say that I been rappin since the day of birth
But I've acquired the knowledge like Ms. Butterworth
Ask me what's important, I tell you time and effort
Ask me how I do it, it's Lyte's special method
Yeah, Lyte is good, Bud Lite's good for ya
I'm exciting just like Toyota
**************************************************
2 Young 4 What"I'm the dopest female.."
	"I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.."

[MC Lyte]
I'm too old?  What's with that crap?
Come on now brother, age is just a number
Anyway what matters is your state of mind
And if you give me some time I'll make your heart all mine
I don't like pushin and I don't like rushin
But most of all I don't like fussin
So come on now sweetie why don't ya stop frontin
Besides older folks come equipped for good lovin
Are you really serious?  Age really matters?
I thought telling you this, you would be flattered
Well I guess I was wrong cause you still ain't widdit
.. oh well, forget it, nope nope
But don't you dare touch me, you said you wasn't widdit
You waited too long now, Lyte is not havin it
I coulda showed you things, taught you how to explore
My question is, what are you too young for?
I coulda shown you things that you never seen before
Took you all around on my wild world tour
But you're too young, too young to have fun
.. oh well, I'm done

	"I'm the dopest female.."
	"I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.."
..
	"I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.."

[MC Lyte]
It may sound nasty and it may sound mean
But I'm into little boys that are about seventeen
I don't know why, but they put up a fight
And hot damn that excites the MC Lyte
Cause yo I love a young buck, that give a firm {fuck}
But once in a while, they become lovestruck
But that's okay though, cause I can handle them
I love young boys on the brink, of being young men
I mold em, shape em, make em then I break em in
They get the job done, I make em get the job done
Well, swell, make em kiss and tell
All of their friends around the neighborhood
That Lyte is GOOD, soul food GOOD
So tell me honey, are you ready to score?
Again I'll ask, what are you too young for?

	"I'm the dopest female.."
	"I'm the dopest female.."
..
	"I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.."
	"I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far.."

[MC Lyte]
Last but not least yo here's a description
Hard workin, not one that sells prescription
So if you're in school, that's okay
Get straight A's and I'll be back on Friday
You won't miss me, you know where to find me
And these words I will say finally
Never let age, restrict you from whatcha wanna do
Whether you're young or ninety-two
So if you're seventeen or around that age..
.. baby come to the stage
And if I didn't change your mind I'd find that odd
So when I ask this, think hard..

"Call me the Master.."
"Call me the Master.."
	"Swingin with Master T.."
**************************************************
Lyte vs. Vanna Whyte[MC Lyte]
Oh, oh my goodness
I can't believe it um
I'll just take a Sony gold microphone
That's what I'd like
And a Yamaha REX50 digital effects processor
Yeah
And a Toshiba TX900 PCM for my DJ
(?)
And on that
(?) computer with uh (?)
And a  set of JBL
JBL speakers
Oh my goodness a four channel noise gate
I want a four channel noise gate
I'm dying for a four channel noise gate
And a DVX compressor limit
Oh wait a minute
Forget...just forget it
Oh my goodness
Just give me that dress
The dress that Vanna's wearing
I'd like the dress that Vanna's wearing
Oh just nevermind, just give me the money
Take everything back, I want the money
**************************************************
Act Like You Know* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." *

[MC Lyte]
Moonroof open, in the B.M
Windows tinted, they can't see in..
.. they know it's me though
MC Lyte, she's bigger than bolo
Gusto, gusto, I got so much so
You could have some, you just got to lay low
Do as I say so and don't try to fess
Do whatcha wanna just clean up the mess
I'm here, ARRRRRRUFF, kick it in the rear
Rhymes and rhymes and rhymes I gots to spare
Act like you know
The things that I do just ain't for show
This is my living, so I am giving
Everything I got if not a lot more
For the people, for the buyers
For all of those that seem to want to try a
MC Lyte tape in your Benzi box
What can I say?  Hey, thanks a lot
Cause I'll flip and trip and do ALL that good shit
That's why the brothers, they can't get off my tip
They know whose show this is
Who's show is this?

* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!

[MC Lyte]
Like I said, I'm in the B.M
Swingin it solo, enjoyin my freedom
Turn the radio on, nuttin but weak raps
Slide the tape in, that's where it's at
Look up at the sign and I see Winthrop
Can't hear nuttin so I turn down the hip-hop
Window down, reggae hit or somethin
Now hear a little shotty go pow-pow-pow
Brooklyn 90's, that's where I'm at
Reached to the back seat, get the baseball hat
Now I'm chillin so act like you know
This is my show

* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!

* K-Rock goes into scratching the line
"Lyte that's right huh, she could win a rap fight" - Chuck D *

[MC Lyte]
Abra-cadabra, hocus pocus
I got somethin that'll make your eyes focus
Takin on the world, slammin it and bangin it
Keepin it hard, but still I'm changin it
Breakin all types of grounds
Here comes Wolf and Epic with the new sound
They get the job done
The name of the year is Lyte slash Ninety-One
So I'm chillin, in the B.M
Waitin for those, that might see in
Straighten my jacket, fix my hair
Turn up the system, as I prepare
To let the whole wide world know
This is my show
Now that I've schooled you and put you up on the scoop
Posse or massive, solo or group
Take it in stride, it's an inside
Top secret heavy duty type of thing that I'm swingin
I got the key to success but I won't press
I'm sure that I can relieve you, of the stress
If you ad-mit, and just per-mit
Me to go for mine and drop a line and ex-it
So just agree with me and simply act like you know
This is my show!

* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
* DJ cuts and scratches "This is MC Lyte.." 2X *
	Act like you know!
	* fades out *
**************************************************
Please Understand(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(James Mtume) : Understand what?
[ VERSE 1 ]
I met a guy named Tommy, damn, he charmed me
Met him at the mall, but I knew he wouldn't harm me
We exchanged numbers, hopin to meet again
We couldn't wait for the romance to begin
The relationship grew strong
I didn't wanna be right if this love was wrong
But oh no, came the problems, the first segment
The dumb kid went and got some girl pregnant
The second segment: started wheelin and dealin
Didn't give a damn about how Lyte was feelin
But then he got wise, started treatin me better
Cause all of his friends said I was a go-getter
He knew he was usin me, and abusin me
He also knew that soon he'd be losin me
First I clocked him, yeah, I docked him
But I rocked him - and then I dropped him

(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(James Mtume) : Understand what?


[ VERSE 2 ]
Then there was Dave, couldn't behave
So I punished him and put him in my "Lyte as a Rock" cave
Then he got bold, tried to play insane
So Bigfoot threw him off my "Paper Thin" train
He tried to "10% Dis" me, but he pissed me off
Cause I'm the boss, and you know I'm not havin it
Lyte is too dope, and you know I ain't crabbin it
Then there was Henry, way too friendly
I needed a trip, he said he would send me
Pay my airfare, if he could come with me
I said, "Listen, honey, I don't need your money
Believe me when I tell you, I've got my own
Cause I'm MC Lyte on the microphone"
Yeah

(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(James Mtume) : Understand what?


[ VERSE 3 ]
Here's another story: a dude named Corey
When I used to work, yes, I was a clerk
At the World Trade Center, back in high school
This little player musta thought I was a fool
He took me out to lunch, offered me a ride home
When we got there, he asked could he use my telephone
I said, "Yeah, sure", flipped him to the floor
Cause he said "What's up?" and tried to feel my butt
I kicked him down the stairs and said, "What you're provin?"
Rolled him to his car and said, "Get movin!"
He tried to score it, I wasn't goin for it
You can't play me, I'm Lyte Thee MC
Never saw his face again until last week
All beat up and bleedin down the street
I looked to my left, there was a girl with a pipe in her hand
Sayin, "Why oh why can't you understand?"

(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(Tawatha Agee) : I just want you to understand!
(James Mtume) : Understand what?
**************************************************
Lyte Thee MC[MC Lyte]
From now on it's not MC Lyte
Listen up, everybody, it's Lyte Thee MC

Tackling, anyone, who tries to stop me
From fulfilling, the ultimate, the ultimate goal
Suckers takin up room on the microphone
I do pay for crowds, move over, stop stalkin me
I feel like I'm drownin and fans are just stompin me
Bigfoot! Should we buck the uncivilized
But I'm so tame I don't, mean to criticize
But why you sweatin we don't, go together
Especially if I'm muggy in the rainy kind of weather

[Chorus: chop up this phrase]
"Listen up, everybody, it's Lyte Thee MC"

[MC Lyte]
Competition I take it as good for the soul
Pull back the microphone, let my arms unfold
Release all the anger, all the aggravation
Convert it into words just sorta like a conversation
I am the talker, you're just the listener
Talk and I'll ignore you, is it that offensive to you?
The problem is you can't understand
The logic in my rap you can't comprehend so you
Merely step aside, what all, call the weak
But you'll also step aside when I'm, comin down the street
You'll give me lots of room, to whistle and walk
And then everything is silent just in case I wanna talk
But I, I never do, small talk I like to hear
Other girls rap and you say that I'm whack~?!
Comin from a female that is totally dedicated
Every rhyme I say you ought to appreciate it
And if not I'll tell you like I told my neighbor Dana Betty
What? You ain't ready
For a fly female emcee you just ain't ready

[Chorus]

[MC Lyte]
Competition I take it as food for the mind
Past experience from the future, is the best kind
Of advice that you could EVER receive from another
Whether it's a stranger or your night time lover
Sorry silly rabbits, Trix are for kids
Brings back memories of the things that I did
Played jokes on suckers, just for fun
But now I'm much older, those days are done
Everything is business, forget about games
You see cause once I'm finished, you're gonna know my name
Is Lyte and in Brooklyn, Brooklyn's where I'm chillin
Better known as the emcee villain
No I'm not good but I'm not bad either
Come into your life it can't get no liver

[Chorus]

[MC Lyte]
So now, competition is taken out of my vocabulary
I don't vary, I bury
Steppin up is like diggin your grave
So sucker emcees you ought to save
All the mess you be talkin, meanwhile hawkin
When I'm on the stage, audience watchin
Suckers in the corners just keep on clockin
The way I hold the mic, the stance I use
The rhymes I recite and the beat I choose
But it's not your fault because you don't know better
You see green I wear you go buy the same sweater
You look me up and down sight the jeans name brand
You go to Macy's and for hours you stand
On line just to buy what you saw Lyte wearin
Don't try to lie homegirl I caught you starin
Cause yo, the beat is dope and the rhymes are kickin
I'm the chickenhawk and you are the chicken

[Chorus]
**************************************************
Big Bad SisterAhhh yeah
Brooklyn's in the house, so come on now
Brooklyn's in the house
Yo, Staten Island is in the house
Staten Island is in the house
And let me hear you say Queens is in the house
Come on now, Queens is in the house
Long Island is in the house, say what?
Long Island is in the house, yeah
The Bronx, is in the house, uhh
The Bronx is in the house let me hear you say
Uptown's in the house one time
Uptown's in the house

Well they're falling falling but I can catch them
I just toot the whistle and you go fetch them
Bring them back into the real rap attack
Set the soft silly stuff back on the rack
45 (yeah baby) 45 (yeahhh)
Tell the silly mothers that we don't give a..
I'm not a psychic, but you can tell your sidekick
In ninety-one, Lyte is kickin some fly..
Take it from me, or could you really take it?
And if you got away with it, would you really make it
In the world of hip-hop, frontin like you're me?
C'mon now Hobbes, that I could never see
So just step aside, and feel it tonight
Cause comin to a store near you is MC Lyte

	{45 King scratches "Who's that bad?"}

I'm bigger than bolo, see I go solo
Broader than broad, see how I soared
The big bad sister from around your way
I'm not tall but I'm small don't matter what I weigh
I kick the copacetic rhyme from the down to earth mind
I get hip with the hop I'm the tip from the top
I go all out, you never see me fall out
Although you hear me yell out, you never see me sellout {"No!!"}
Because my rhyme's about a profit, no one can stop the one
Funky lyrics synced with MC Lyte cause I be droppin it
The name the Lyte because my skin I'm blacker than black
Comin right and exact, for the rap attack
Some say they don't like the words I choose to use
I don't give a DAMN, Lyte will never lose
I ain't no sucka and I ain't into pleasin
Some critic that criticizes me for no reason
What's with the opinion it's a stated fact
I rule the pack, from the top of the stack
So FUCK the stocks and bonds I'm your new investment
Pick up the album it's quite a refreshment
Compared to the day to day BULLSHIT you hear
Pay attention and listen I'm comin clear to the ear
For all you non-believers, and you perpetrators
That TALK to me now but TALK about me later
It's time for you to grieve, grovel in your sorrow
I'm the star of today AND the star of tomorrow
I'm takin out the old jacks, rippin up the new ones
I don't care if it means I have to ruin
I will and I shall and I get the job completed
Those that don't belong they will be deleted
From the rap roster, I'm not an impostor
I'm comin to you live with the 45
Straight from the studio with a view..
.. in New York City
	{45 King scratches "I love it!"}
.. I'm out *echoes*
	{45 King scratches "I love it!" [--] "DJ" back and forth}
**************************************************
Party Goin’ OnIntro (Inaya)
Mmmm, mmmm
Oh oh, oh oh
Mmmm yeah, oh yeah
Mmmm, oh oh

Chorus (Inaya Day)
There's a party goin' on in my hotel room
And you're invited, all you got to do is show up x2

(verse 1)
Now we done left the venue 'coz the show was done
Before we hit the hotel, make a quick run
To get the Martel to add to the fun, meet me at suite room 151
BYOB, we about to kick it off
Remember that party last year in the loft?
This'll be better 'coz we bigger now
Got mo' figures now, fit in mo' niggas now
I got about 30 of the finest
Ready to get flirty and down right do-dirty
We got twister the dots mean a lot
When you flip the dial end up with a face in your twot
Stop yappin' at the DJ, that ain't right
'Coz tonight this here DJ, he gon' save my life... (woah, woah)

(chorus)

(verse 2)
Now the people are comin', and the party is jumpin'...
... and T is on the beat box
And after this song he'll rock the locks
Hotel security ain't troublin' us none
They partyin' with us, no badge and no gun
Grown folks in the livin' room showin' out
And they ain't leavin' till we kick 'em all out
Strip poker, truth or dare
I swear it's about to get sticky up in here
Back back and forth and forth
]From New York to L.A and back to New York
Of course while I'm in town it's gotta be nice
On the North-East corner they're flippin' the dice
Now the bubbly's poppin' all over the suite
Swig on this and kick up your feet
Ain't no party like an MC Lyte party 'coz an MC Lyte party don't stop, pops
And this here's better than when the ball drops

(chorus)

(verse 3)
Now here's the E-low, Jackie and Mark
Done hit the back room to jump start the sparks
It's gettin' all hot, now they pumpin' Beenie Man
Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man
You know like I know, the party don't end till I say when
Now the grub is runnin' out better get it while you can
Pick is gettin' low better find you a man
Slow jam hit and you sittin' all alone
Ain't nobody gonna take you're borin' ass home
It wouldn't be fair for me to not tell you
I'm the hostess of the year, keep it in the clear
Yo, the party's over here, nope, the party's right here
Be careful not to wear and tear the derrier
Now ain't that supmthin', humpin' and a bumpin'
My motto is never let 'em see you comin'
A party like this can't be compared
That's why it only goes down once a year...
... and we in here, yeah yeah yeah..

(chorus) x2

(Inaya Day)
There's a party goin' on in my hotel room
You know you gotta do, what you gotta do
What you gotta do, what you gotta do...
Show up baby, show up baby...
**************************************************
What’s My Name YoIn comes the boom to the bam here I stands
Make 'em all understand that I got the master plan
And I'm ready to work, I go bezerk
A mention to Kid Capri, and the one Red Alert now I'm
Ready for the showdown, who's the lowdown?
I'm in a rude mood honey you're goin down
Lickity split, swallow that spit, she make it a tidbit
Blows that you expected from the clique
Or the group of the people that I hang with
Rather my crew, my posse, my mossie
It's a big thing when we hang cause we rip when we wreck
When we hit, what the heck? We puttin phony niggas in check
Seek what I reap; follow you'll learn or get burned
I ain't afraid to buck and earn
My cash flow, I get ass though
Fast or slow, I got the master flow

[Chorus]
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?

I rip shop, I never flip-flop, I take flight
From the tip-top I rule hip-hop just how I like!
I just want this to be well understood
I'm here to do good and not to bite on somebody's wood
Years and years gone by
I prepared to be paid for the rest of my decade
I set up investments
And never will you ever see Lyte a contestant
On a Jeapordy game show
Cause that's lame though, what's my name yo?
It's the L to the Y to the T you know the rest
I'm, truly blessed I know the route to express my
Inner thoughts and now you're caught
But I'ma let you proceed, cause I'ma succeed
With or without you because I don't need
The negativity, nor do I need the bad energy
That you're tryin to give to me!

[Chorus]
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?

Here comes the wagon, you know I'm never braggin
So what I'm XX, my pants are still saggin
Boots still stompin, raisin 'em often
From New York umm or should I say - Compton
And back cause I'm all that
I flip a track, because I'm so damn FAT!
I get it loose, I got juice, I spread it
I'm the best, now there, I said it
Now the 4-1-1 is out
And all the hip-hoppers know just what I'm talkin about!
Underground I rock my sound
Up top I still wreck shop
So don't even talk about how I went commercial
When you need to take your ass to rehearsal
Your show is torn, done, ripped
So until you get your show down pat, don't pop no lip
Seckle that noise, don't be rowdy
Cat gotta scratch, yo Mike, I'm Audi

[Chorus]
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
What's my name yo?
**************************************************
Start it Up Y’all[ Positive K ]
Hey yo, who gonna start this off?
[ Milk Dee ]
Yo Positive, man, you start off, man
[ Positive K ]
Yo Lyte, won't you start it off
[ Milk Dee ]
Yo Lyte, you start it
[ MC Lyte ]
Na come on
Yo Positive, won't you start up, come on

[ all ]
Start it up y'all, start it up y'all
Sta-sta-start it up y'all
Start it up y'all, start it up y'all
Sta-sta-start it up y'all

[ Positive K ]
Well, I'm Positive
[ Milk Dee ]
Yo, and I am Milk Dee
[ Pos K & Milk Dee ]
What's your name, girl?
[ MC Lyte ]
They call me Lyte Thee MC
[ Pos K & Milk Dee ]
Well, two plus one
[ Milk Dee ]
That equals three
Positive K, rip the m-i-c

[ VERSE 1: Positive K ]
Yo, here I go, there I go, where I go
I don't know, but I'ma go with the flow
You sow what you reap and you reap what you sow
(And if you don't cut your hair you get a afro)
Ah to the beat y'all (beat y'all) beat-beat y'all (beat-beat y'all)
To the funk-funky beat y'all (beat y'all)
Peace peace y'all (peace y'all) the way we greet y'all (greet y'all)
And when you undress I hope that you're neat y'all (neat y'all)
Well, I'ma start this off here simple and plain
With the title I hold, my style and my name
The title I hold is pimp slash rapper
My style (Yo, we got to say dapper)
Positive's my name, the K's in quotation
When you spell it don't forget the exclamation
Pep's in my step and my rep's beginning
Base is loaded, the bottom of the 9th inning
(Will you make a grand slam? (Yo, will it be a base hit?)
Yo, whatever you do, you gonna have to face it
I'm short and stocky, I hit like Rocky
Don't you call me Rocky cause no one can rock me
Yes, I'm single, I love to mingle
(Rappers bite you) just like a Pringle
Or maybe a Manwich, maybe a Snicker
(Cause you kick a rhyme doesn't make you a kicker)
Well, if I was DJ would I play
Someone's records strictly for the pay?
Like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (like y'all)
Positive K don't smoke no crack y'all (crack y'all)
That's how it is y'all (is y'all) that's how it is y'all (is y'all)
You can ask my main man Giz y'all (Giz y'all)

[ Milk Dee ]
Yo Pos
[ Pos K ]
Yo Milk
[ Milk Dee ]
Yo Lyte
[ MC Lyte ]
Yo Pos
[ all ]
Here's a story about the three
[ Milk Dee ]
Let me tell ya, let me tell ya
[ Pos K ]
I'm the Positive K (y'all)
[ MC Lyte ]
MC Lyte
[ Milk Dee ]
And I'm the Milk Dee y'all

[ VERSE 2: Milk Dee ]
Well, I'm the M (the M) the i (the i) the l (the l) the k (what you say?)
I said I came here to save the day
Take you up and down like a rollercoaster
Call me a bragger cause I'm a boaster
MC's say I'm an MC toaster
I paid my dues, I don't rap the blues
You pick and choose but I headline the news
A girl got knocked up and said I hit it
(You did it, you did it) (He did it) (You did it)
Yo, I mighta did it but I wouldn't admit it
(Ah come on Milk Dee, quit it)
Yo, I'll quit it but I won't stop it
I wanna drop it, here's another topic
Scores of hoes chillin on the ave
Jealous of the Milk cause of what I have
I keep pretty girls always by my side
Take em for a ride so they'll abide
But if I don't comb my hair I don't care
I grab my hat, yo believe it's like that
I ( ? ) she thought I was a capper
I slapped her (he slapped her) for bein dumb
You know Brooklyn, Brooklyn is where I'm from
But since I'm here I'm gonna drop a dime
(So what's up with Hammer?) Yo, Hammer can't rhyme
And .357 is a bunch of hoes
You can ask Giz (Gizmo knows)
Yo, I gets papers, that's my habit
Like Nola D in (_She's Gotta Have It_)
Yo, I'm so thick that I can't stand it
Let's get candid, I'm the love bandit
They say I'm swingin cause I'm a swinger
But yo, I don't sing cause I ain't no singer
Your girl is clingin cause she's a clinger
Clingin to my pocket because I rocked it
They all say how (how) how does he clock it?
All of the money, they think it's funny
I'm turnin cloudy days into sunny ones
It's all about the funds
Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes yes y'all (yes y'all)
Milk-Milk Dee use Crest y'all (Crest y'all)
Like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (like y'all)
So-so goddamn fat y'all (fat y'all)

[ Milk Dee ]
Yo Lyte
[ MC Lyte ]
Yo Milk
[ Milk Dee ]
Yo Pos
[ Pos K ]
Yo Lyte
[ all ]
Here's a story about the three
[ Milk Dee ]
Let me tell ya, let me tell ya
I'm M-i-l-l
[ Pos K ]
I'm the Positive K and
[ MC Lyte ]
And Lyte Thee MC

[ VERSE 3: MC Lyte ]
Like that y'all (that y'all) like that y'all (that y'all)
Positive and Milk they got my back y'all (back y'all)
No doubt y'all (doubt y'all) no doubt y'all (doubt y'all)
My lights will never go out y'all (out y'all)
Now it's time to kick this rhyme kinda freely
German, Russian, even Suaheli
You'll understand the rhyme translated
You know that the Lyte is never ever underestimated
I cast a spell like _I Dream of Jeannie_
Fellas wanna see me rock a bikini (oooh...)
Hit a note just like Aretha
I'm the female (female rhyme teacher)
Each and every time the rhyme gets doper
Lyte get a talk show just like Oprah
With my ability and my agility
Will only equal up (to versatility)
A tisket, a tasket, fuck a yellow basket
(Can you rock a mic, Lyte?) How can you ask it?
I flow like a river, just like a stream
I'm like the dope (the dope for a dopefiend)
I move like the pawn, better yet the queen
Stay check-mate, you know what I mean?
I go (boom-boom) like an Alpine speaker
I go (beep-beep) like a Motorola beeper
Talk about deep, well let's get deeper
Breakin it down to the very last compound
(That's how she's livin, that's how she's livin)
"Slave to the Rhythm", that's what I'm givin

LG rocks it on and
Trooper [Name] rocks it on and
Gizmo rocks it on and
King Of Chill rocks it on and
K-Rock rocks it on and
Master T rocks it on and
[Name] rocks it on
Tito rocks it on and
Aftershock rocks it on and
[Name] rocks it on and
Leg 1 rocks it on and
Leg 2 rocks it on and

[ Pos K ]
Yo and we don't stop, keepin it on
Where where to the break break
To the break break
Till crackheads are gone
We outta here
**************************************************
Put It On You[Verse 1:]
I got the nookie that's hooky like a chorus
You wanna winie my poo and get lost in my forest
Some wanna crawl up my sugar walls
Down my waterfall, what a candy call
I put it on you like an ass whipping, it's kinda sick
You wanna lick like Todd do his lips
Well, well, well what the shit
Gotta make it last if you wanna hit this
I'm into multiples, ones don't make it
Tried before but I just can't fake it
Hey it's a greedy world, I'm a greedy girl
Between the sheets it's my world
I gotcha what you like, believe it or not
Bottom of top I put you on the spot
It only takes a sec for me to get into it
Come on baby, let's do this

[Chorus:]
I wanna put it on you and make it hot
Can I put it on you and hit the spot
Can we get together and make it hot
Let's do this

[Verse 2:]
They ask how'd you get so freaky Lyte
How I keep it tight suction all night
Experience and imagination
Now kick your Timbs off get your buckle undone
That's sweet, now turn around baby let me see it
All that I want you can be it, sexual tension just free it
Have you done it on the moon yet, ahh shucks
Where we about to go will make your toes curl up
I'mma shake this money maker
Get your knot ready for the earthquaker
I'mma do you like they do in the Olympics
Flip after flip do you like your best trick
It only takes a sec for me to get into it
All it takes is you for me to wanna do it
Come on baby let's do this
Come on baby let's do it
**************************************************
Throwin’ Words at UYo Milk, that's super duper
I think I need a soundcheck
Hit me with a sample
Yeah, now what about that dope stuff?
Alright, now give me a 808
Now let the beat roll..

[ VERSE 1 ]
Any competition, checkers or chess
Whatever the game, Lyte'll never fess
But did you say rappin? Cause I'm with it
I hold the title, you might as well forget it
You can put me to the test, I'll prove I am the best
You'll be the last cuckoo to fly over the nest
Try to dis this? Nah..
You'll be the only scarface in the place
Cause I'll rip out your eyes, cut your tongue off
You can't talk no more and let the bullshit walk
In this lifetime you're no MC
You're just labelled in bold black ink as a wanna-be
Now that I pulled your card and I read you
I should punish those that misled you
Into thinkin that you was just too good
I beat your ass in your own neighborhood
I have yet to threaten you with sticks and stones
That'll hurt your bones

[ Chorus ]
I'm just throwin words at you
(Wick-wick-wack)	--] KRS-One
(Worrrd)
Can you catch em, the words I'm throwin at you?
(Wick-wick-wack)
(Worrrd)
Look, I'm just throwin words at you
(Wick-wick-wack)	--] KRS-One
(Worrrd)
Can you catch em, the words I'm throwin at you?
(Wick-wick-wack)
(Worrrd)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I step in a jam, they know who I am
All I do is smile and the crowds go wild
MC Lyte's on top of the pile
Waitin to put a sucker in her place
Won't hesitate to dis a bitch to her face
Cause you're a half-assed MC, a part-time hooker
When talent was given out, they overlooked ya
I rock ya blindfolded, better yet with no mic
Hype it acappella, make your deejay go on strike
This kinda comp I know you're not ready for
You're just a amateur dying to explore
Territory that is soon to be conquered by Lyte
Tonight, alright, alright, alright, alright..

[ Chorus ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
I think you better leave now, your mommy is callin you
Rap is like a pit and your whole crew is fallin through
But once I'm gone there ain't no catchin me
I'm talkin bon voyage, I mean you're history
I'm takin my fans to a new land
If anyone can do it, Lyte Thee MC can
Because I'm hypin my rhyme to a new hype
So get equipped and prepare yourself for the flight
Cause yo, you're about to enter a new dimension
Sit back and listen, Lyte is on a mission
I'm takin out those who attempt to oppose me
And even those that try to get close to me

[ Chorus ]
**************************************************
Want What I Got[Missy]
I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey
I know I make yall sick with the way I boogie
My fake ass friends wanna hang out tonight
I'll tell 'em follow me then I'll ditch 'em at the light
I see 'em at the club, they wanna know why I'm whilin'
Cause I smoke weed now I'm high like a pilot
Spendin' more cheese than you throw on a salad
Hand me my mike, if you 'bout it, then I'm 'bout it

[MC Lyte]
Mmmm, yea I'm 'bout it
Don't doubt it, don't doubt it
I'm the MC Lyte boo but please don't crowd me
Cause my security might get rowdy
Make 'em punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy
Now all you freaks wanna speak cuz I'm back
Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
I never liked your ass, by the way, cuz you're wack
Give a dog a bone so here's a Lyte snack

[Mocha - Hook]
Yo yo (yo) want what i got
Come through then
You at home wit' a safe you ain't got nothin' in
Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in
From hustlin', doublin' and publishin' (publishin')
Want what I got
Come through then
You at home wit' a safe you ain't got nothin' in (nothin' in)
Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in
From hustlin', doublin' and publishin'

[MC Lyte - Verse Two]
Used to be a rookie singin' "La Di Da Di"
Now me and Missy be cold-rockin' the party
Flooded Movado ain't I fly though
Never let 'em see you comin', that's my motto
I'm on it, I'm on it, I had the nigga goin'
Said I was hot tamale, mind blowin'
It's crucial, how some folks get bourgeois
Or bourgeois, did I lose you or did you lose me
Either way we miles apart
I'm hittin' the ribbon, you at the start
I'm never, ever, ever, gonna let you think
That your shit don't stink
So don't come around here thinkin' you can't get it
You'll be the first to admit it
How you got punked by hip-hop's greatest
Missy and Lyte bringin' you the latest, yo yo

[Repeat Hook]

[Missy]
I treat niggas like they my ho
Blaze 'em then I go
Straight to the Nikko
Meet another Puerto Rico
Cute like tico
Copy me like kinko
You know I'mma freak, yo
I don't love them amigos
I'm straight to their pockets
Bow all their sockets
I'm plush like carpet
They wanna stick the target
I don't give a fuck what you rock
Cuz you see what I got, want what I got

[Repeat Hook]

[Mocha]
Want what I got

[Repeat Hook]
**************************************************
Search 4 the LyteWithin the depths, of this infinite community
Emerges Lyte

[MC Lyte]
One by one they fall in the darkness
I'm glad, that I could take part in this
And I'm hoping, that you just might
Get together and Search 4 the Lyte
Finding the Lyte means happiness
It's the best and nothing less
So I'm waiting, at the end of a tunnel
Where happiness comes in bundles
But it takes time, to get to the Lyte
To get in the Lyte, to be with the Lyte
And I'm hoping, that you just might
Get together and Search 4 the Lyte

How you get there is this question
Honesty is my suggestion
But first you must be awakened
If you say you are, you're faking
One who has seen the Lyte doesn't have to proof
That they've been moved
They just let it be, let it rest
For that is the mental test
Within this, there's so much happiness
Sort of like lasting moments of bliss
Everyone wants to be so happy
Let me explain my theory:
Some type of grief you MUST experience
In order to appreciate happiness
Cause if you are always satisfied
Life will just pass by, you would've never tried
To get to the Lyte, to get in the Lyte
To be with the Lyte, to go see the Lyte
And I'm hoping, that you just might
Get together and Search 4 the Lyte

If you are not ready the Lyte can be BLIND-ING
And not worth finding
So for this you must prepare:
Stay awake, wake up, stay aware!
There are SO, many distractions
Those that see the Lyte, just a fraction
Those that don't, remain blinded
The Lyte is there, they can't find it
One by one they fall in the darkness
And it's sad, to take part in this
But I'm hoping, that you just might
Get together and Search 4 the Lyte

Now finding the Lyte is what's so difficult
And you can bet, that the results are
Splenderous, wonderful, yeah
What wouldn't you do?
Cause once you've seen the Lyte, been with the Lyte
Got to the Lyte, got in the Lyte
I know that you just might
Never ever wanna leave the Lyte
**************************************************
Rhyme HangoverYou've heard the hard side, the rough tough side
Now it's time to hop aboard for a pleasure ride
And yo, I suggest you don't resist
This voyage, you don't wanna miss this
It makes you woozy and feel kinda dizzy
Fantasies wild and imagination BUSY

("If there's a cure for this")
Why would you want it? [2X]

Go ahead spin the rude moves around
If it's faint you feel, then you oughta sit down
And let the beat just seep through the cracks
And crannies of your brain - you can't remember your name
The beat'll tip-tap and takin over your mind
A cure for this hangover, I doubt you can find
So seek if you wanna, cuz imagine your position
If they say there's a potion well then they're probably competition
Lyte has no fear because it overcomes evil
My plan stands strong, not a one is feeble
With no hesitation here's the incantation

("If there's a cure for this")
Why would you want it? [2X]

Open up your ears and rev up your gears
This is MC Lyte's train, not ol' steps and stairs
And like I said, I knew you couldn't hack it
So I'll pull out the stretcher and the white straightjacket
You can talk to the fly, for more than a night
But when they ask who put you here, you tell 'em
MC Lyte - crumbs!

("If there's a cure for this")
Why would you want it?
("If there's a cure for this")
Why would you need it?
("If there's a cure for this")
Why would you want it?
**************************************************
KamikazeOutside of me, you try to picture me
Young and black, that ain't no mystery
But inside runs deep like an ocean
You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow motion
I'm tryin like hell to get some results
But you can bet your ass that it's difficult
They try to keep it down, because I talk to a beat
In other words, because I try to TEACH
But if I talk that yang-yang shit
Like "U Can't Touch This," that shit'll hit
Don't we have any morals anymore?
Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin door?
Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it
I'ma take it, change it, FUCK IT, rename it
I got the plan, now let's make it effective
You hip-hoppers you GOT to be selective
And stop lettin that BULLSHIT slide for rap
Can't you see that it's a brainwash.. trap?
I rap a Cha Cha Cha, and I sat and watched
You liked that shit, you rock around the fuckin clock
But when I talk of education, you fear that
Drugs and such, you don't wanna hear that
First I pleased you, now I teach you
DON'T YOU DARE try to bite the hand that'll lead you
To the pot of gold, over the rainbow
Lyte'll guide you, I know the way to go
So just close your eyes and just take my hand
Remember MC Lyte has the master plan
We can go THICK, in a posse
You ain't said nuttin slick, I'm goin kamikaze

..

Inside of me, you try to picture me
Can you detect, can you see I'm angry?
Well usually Lyte don't get upset
But when I see wack shit gettin pressed I get VEXED
Turn on the video -- what's this mess?
A disgrace to rap and I'm not impressed
So just leave, get out my domain
You lame sucker, you fuckin no-name
Takin up my airtime, with that
WEAK WHACK FULL OF FULL OF BULLSHIT RHYME
So step off ROACH, or get stepped upon
Because my rhymes they spray like D-Con 4
Do you want more?
Cause I floor.. ANY emcee
That wanna gets with me
So yo, pack your bags, and skedaddle
Just walk, cause you don't wanna battle
I got the button that'll get rid of wack emcees
It's called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin on your knees
So quit takin up space on the CD rack
You better prepare, cause Lyte gives no slack
Inside of me, dwells a hundred maniacs
Waitin for the kickoff, waitin for attack
Who gives a FUCK??  Bring your posse!
Cause in the 90's, Lyte is goin kamikaze

..

Inside -- there's no flipside
Outside there's more than meets the eye
So now you know, not because you're guessin
But because I told you so, I never fess
Everyone wants to rap, what's this a wagon?
Bring your band and hop and start draggin
All you rappers, you're fuckin impersonators
Sayin I'll rap now, and learn how to rap later
No time for that, time is too short
And the rappin gift it can not be bought
A solo artist - HAH, you can't be
Maybe you'll look BETTER with a posse
But all that you're talkin, you ain't sayin shit!
So why you where you at?  I think you oughta quit
Posses don't MATTER in the 90's
Here's a warning -- Lyte is goin kamikaze!
**************************************************
Hard CopyStep 1 to the 2		(4x)

Yeah
Rrrah

[ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ]
I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop
In and out the boon docks I got the street smarts
I'm on the air like Jordan
You'll never die of boredom
You'll only hear my floor them
I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up
I'm on the type of... that makes a... wanna give it up
So what's up with the logics?
It's the L to the E, and you hear me in the projects
And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it
Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it
So you think you can get with me?
(It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me?
(It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me?
(It's the L to the E) Why don't you step to me?
(It's the L to the e) Why don't you step to me?

[ VERSE 2: Lin Que ]
I'm a big shot, hot shot, gimme one shot, I wreck shop
Pad locks, nine Glocks, still I got the street smarts
Yeah, I'm on the air like Jordan
You'll never die of boredom
You'll only hear my floor them
Cause I'm on them, I'm in there, so prepare to live it up
I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up
So what's up with the logics?
It's the L to the Q, yo, I think you better dog that
And I didn't get hard yet, so dodge it
Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it
And you think you can get with me?
(Yo, it's the L to the Q) So come and step to me
(It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me
(It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me
(It's the L to the Q) So come and step to me

[ VERSE 3: Kink E-Z ]
I'm a big shot, I'm a hot shot, give me one shot, I wreck shop
So you wanna hang with dreadlocks? Yes, I got the street smarts
Ugh, through the air like Jordan
You'll never die of boredom
You'll only hear my floor them
Cause I'm on them, and in there, so prepare to give it up
I'm on the type of shit that make a bitch wanna give it up
So what's up with the logics?
It's the Kink E-Z, and you see me in the projects
And I didn't even get hard yet, so dodge it
Watch me enlarge it, I'ma roadhog it
So you think you wanna fuck with me?
(It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me
(It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me
(It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me
(It's the Kink to the E) Don't step to me

Duke Da Moon

Hard Copy
Hard Copy
Hard Copy
It's a Hard Copy
**************************************************
TRG (The Rap Game)TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
I got trapped in the rap game at sixteen and saw
It's no more than a crap game, know what I mean?
Like when you feel you shake 'em right they fake roll snake
Eyes in the this industry that's how quick niggas die
Through my eyes its like Russian roulette
Never do you know when you about to get wet
So you should stay set so you don't fall and go under
Have people saying I wonder what happened to him or her
It's sad when you being to think you can be gone but you
Can be gone in the blink of an eye, don't ask why cause you try
Somebody came along that was twice as fly
I remember when I hit the seen it was the second faze
Rope chains two finger rings, those where the days
Latin quarters m y puma suit was cool
Now let me be caught in that and I'll be damned a fool ya
Gotta changed with the times like the weather
MC's that lasts is the MC's that's clover
You can't move to slow cause when
It's to time to go, you see it's to time to go
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day brother your ass is gone
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one day sister your ass is gone
Come back after come back, nigga came back more wack
Than the wackest wax on the rack, what's up with
That New Jacks are coming through taking no slack
They hungry and they looking for a spot to cop a squat
You better watch the clock it can be awfully embarrassing
To not know when it's time to let go of the rhyme
It's about half past the monkeys ass
You should have been gone but you
Still trying to hang on, what happens when you
Chilling at the level on the 10th floor nobody
Knows your name anymore, aren't you?
Wait and let me think, just as quick as you
Got large you can quickly shrink & sink into the crates and
Collect dust, don't be mad cause it happens to best of us
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
To and from they come and go, you better change your flow
And then switch up your show, I seen some come with the
Booming ass hits, then they gone but then they don't leave
With shit, you better tell an exec you need to be set
So when it's over you ain't living out your Land Rover
When you rap life dies
And you still alive nigga, you better know how to
Survive it ain't easy and it ain't supposed to be
Letting niggas know what time it is
When it comes to me the L-Y-T-E
Stronger than the ox the octane that
Knocks in your brain I sustain
My mission is to maintain sane, know what I mean
Keep doing my thang, you can't move too slow
Cause when it's your time to go you gotta go, gotta go
TRG we making that cream
People get fooled it ain't easy as it seems
You can rock on till the break of dawn
But one by one your ass is gone
**************************************************
One On OneYeah, yeah, ooh
Smooth better that I ever seen him look
As I flip the vibe book
He's on the front page, never looking his age
He's all that and I'm all in so let the games begin

Now I'ma give you something' so you could get into it
I got the side view so I could watch ya do it
You've been on my mind but you're so hard to find
Holly woods got a hold on that behind

I ain't ashamed to play the game
Listen here, I won't say no names
Put your ass out, make your woman put your ass out
If you knew I was talking to you, you would pass out

'Cause I gave you no type of indication
And if I did I was probably on some medication
I got the hots for your daddy and I just begun
Let's do this one on one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Yeah, I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(You and me, baby, one on one)

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Yeah, I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Just you and me, baby, one on one)

Half way across the world I seen you at my show
With your girl back in Italy, but are you still into me?
'Cause if you are I'm here to let you know
You don't have to be a superstar for me and you to go find

Now I ain't never lied you got the body of an angel
Bangle, bangle, watch the bojangle from every angle
I'm clocking you, honey
We could sign a prenup, I got my own money

I just wanna get to know you a little better
In the Lyte after dark on the DL whatever
I wanna feel your muscle flex off your backbone
I got the Jones and I can't leave you alone

I wanna rub your deltoid down to your bicep
Better late than never and I'm sorry I slept
But now I'm well awake and I'm ready for the fun
Let's do this one on one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(You and me, baby, one on one)

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Yeah, I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Just you and me, baby, one on one)

Damn, the only brother make me look twice
Believe that baby, I wanna sacrifice
I'm on it, you couldn't shake me off if you tried
No sleeping on the job and I'm wide eyed

I like the video you got out, the song is butter
Try to keep a clean head and my mind out the gutter
But it's hard, you bring out the best and the worst
If I knew you way back when I would have let you hit it first

Love, it's like water on the brain
Only you can tame this run away train
Last time I seen ya, gleam in your eye
You was looking fly with your girl by your side

Shit, I ain't trying to take her place
I just wanna have your face all up in my space
I got the hots for ya and I just begun
You and me, baby, one on one

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Yeah, I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(You and me, baby, one on one)

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Yeah, I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Just you and me, baby, one on one)

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(One on one, I wanna play that game, yeah)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(You and me, baby)

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(One on one, I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(You and me just one on one)

One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Yeah, I wanna play that game)
One, one, one, one
One, one, one, one
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna play that game)
**************************************************
Give Me What I WantMake it last long, uha, uh

Here's a situation, skip the talk
Let me know dog if you bite or bark
What it is soldier, you ready to march
Can you make me shoot, or you just soft
Cause I got no time for the games
Just keep my spine full of pain
Hit the boost and hit turbo
In this sexual inferno
Keep my lovin', drippin' drains
Or love highway, switchin' lanes
Show me different thangs with the whip and chains
Hit you with this grippin' pain
Can you handle that, are you alright
Test me out, is it alright
Come on baby, you ain't finished
You servin' time, I ain't talkin' minutes

Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Give me what I want tonight, make it last long

Certified misses, I'm misses
Only get my time if it's
Somethin' that stay somethin'
All night, until brunch and
Hit it right, manouvre me
Take your big knot, ? me
Pull my hair back, who the ruler be
Lovin' you so tight, no room for three
Tell me you want me
My love keep you horny
I know's my mother on me
Stay away from the masculine
Thing that keep me needing asperin
Got me gaspin' in for air, pashin' and
Sheets satin and mixed with silk
Here's my love, mixed with milk

Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Give me what I want tonight, make it last long
Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Give me what I want tonight, make it last long
What does it feel like

Check me out, feminine engine
Brooklyn girl, read the emblem
Him, them, and that's hangin'
Ten, it's nine-eight and then
Till it's hot and you got me bent
On top of my thing, you win
Came nine times, going for the tenth
Think you could hang if you attempt
With energy, when you enter me, hold on
Goin' for a ride, hope you don't fold on
Me, when we in the midst
Of battlin' with my slip
No babblin', close your lips
Get close to it, nothing close to this
Feelin' what I feel when I'm next to you
I stretch for you, please stretch me too
Night got me right as we take the flight
Through the clouds of love, highest heights
My thing's tighter than a Jew's pockets
Think you used to it, go head, rock it

Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Give me what I want tonight, make it last long
Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Give me what I want tonight, make it last long

Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Give me what I want tonight, make it last long
Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Give me what I want tonight, make it last long

Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
Make it hot for me, I'm Lyte if you comin' strong
**************************************************
I Can’t Make a Mistake[Intro]

Hehah, yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...come on

[Hook]

I can't make a mistake
Missing the dancefloor shake
I gotta get to the floor, I gotta get to the floor
(2x)

[MC Lyte]

Romancing in the dark, I spark the light
It's alright tonight, I gotta get the mic
As I scope the crowd, I spot red eyes
Grippin' them Heinekens, they don't know where they been
Baby got back see, rollin' like ten deep
But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G
I mean no harm, but that lucky charm
You need to ditch it quick, get with the Brooklyn bomb
I be, we be, bumpin' the spot G
Wherever we be, we hit correctly
It's been so long, we gotta get it on
To this song, my song, now sing along come on

[Hook]

[MC Lyte]

Come here, let's rap a taste a little
Floor's too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender vittle
Cell phone, on roam, Syl Rhone, come home we double chrome
But I can't make a mistake, hmmm
Leave the dance floor now (uhn uhn, no no)
I'm on to somethin', he bubblin' the sugar baby
Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain't me baby
When I step into my Mizrahi frame
I change the game, it'll never look the same
Obstruct it, abstract it, my tactic, fantastic
It's been so long, we gotta get it on
To this song, my song, now sing along come on
I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake

[Hook]

[MC Lyte]

Yeah...here he come, lookin' like he 21
Knowing damn well, he too could get done
But he got a partner, and that ain't too hard to fix
Once I slide up in the mix
Juggin' it baby, from right to left
Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what's left
It's no mystery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin'
I what you comin' home with me?
I'm-gon'-get-some-satisfaction
The way you comin' at me with the action
You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet
Whatever ? you got, you betta show it
It's been so long, we gotta get it on
To this song, my song, now sing along come on
I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake

[Hook]
**************************************************
Take it OffNow you called my house and you said come over
Your mother and your father are gone, and you're alone
With Rover the dog, but now you're frontin
You said if I come you'd give me somethin
So don't start playin around cause I'm serious
What did you call me for cause I'm curious
Or did you call me just to look in my face
Now I know I didn't come just to take up space
The night is right, and the stars are bright
So c'mon now brother just treat me right
And just take it off, I mean everything
Hurry up pretty boy so that we can SWING
I don't smoke and I don't get high
But if I say I don't love well that would be a lie
Because I do every chance I get
But if I don't I won't fall I won't fret
I'm no fool I got plenty of sense
So I just be cool, and have patience
Make up your mind, please let me know
And when you give me the green that's when I'll go
So please pretty boy don't hesitate
And entice me nice and cooperate
You tried the rest and I tried the best
And when the time comes boy no regrets
And just take it off

Now take off your hat, untie your shoelace
And after you finish, I want you to face me
Now baby, don't get scared
Cause I'm not like the other girls so don't compare me
Tender lovin care is all I give
And if possible boy, well I would like to live with you
And if I do it ain't everybody's business
It seems to me ya just how you got into this
Take it off, cause I'm ready to rock
Like Maxwell baby, until the last drop
Cruisin down the street in my SL
When I seen this dude who was built very well
Face was handsome, body was fine
How did I know, I was cruisin behind him
Looked at the car, looked at me
Then he asked me my name, I told him Lyte the MC but
I didn't want to outplay my hand
So I talked so smooth he could understand me
He was definitely the move
I only said sweet things, that could soothe him
Opened up the door, and he got in
And automatically my mind just turned to sin
I told him take it off - I mean everything
Hurry up pretty boy so that we can swing
I mean take it off, cause I'm ready to rock
Like Maxwell baby until the last drop

Met this guy at an amusement park
He was good to go and it was after dark
You can guess girls what was on my mind
Let's go under the boardwalk and have a good time baby
Instead the boy asked me my sign
And I said, "Why?" and he said, "Never mind."
When the time come and it's you I'm thinkin of
A sign don't make a difference only how you make love to me
You make me feel so good you're a man
Oooh baby I melt like cotton candy
If I could predict the rest of my life
I'd be a millionaire and I'd also be your wife
So let's take a bout through the tunnel of life
Because you know what I'm thinkin of..
.. c'mon baby just take it off

Take it off
Take it off
That's right, now take it off
Take it off
Pal Joey, take it off
C'mon now, take it off
**************************************************
Too FlyCome on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly
Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly
Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly
"I think it's time I start feelin' bitchy."

[Verse 1:]
Juicy like a nectarine when I hit the scene
My game is long and lean like a limousine
I told you from the "get," I was the wet dream
How simple did it seem to smudge my Maybelline
Now you wanna play like you're hard to get
Should I play how easy you are to forget?
My girls told me I was out to prove 'em wrong
They said you was a jackass and wouldn't last long
Trust me on this here before I let you hit it
I knew your dumb ass would last about a minute
I'm too fly for what you got to give to me
I got niggas out there dying to live for me
Now you wanna act like you're playing it
Like I'm supposed to run and catch your dumb ass, bitch?
You was foolish now to let this one go by
Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly

[Chorus: Pamela Long]
You used to love me, my love thang
I used to love you, with tender loving care
And I'll take you there
And I'll take you there

[Verse 2:]
Had you driving my Yukon on my Motorola
Now you at the pay phone downing a Corona
All dried up, trying to chase the blues away
Not another like me will ever come your way
I even got you new kicks, but there will be
No more of that, you'll be wishing you had this
Besides that, I treated you well
But your ass was just too jacked up to tell
Your boy around the way? Your arch enemy?
Asked me for my digits, wanted to get with me
First I told him no can do, I'm with you
But new show, new day in New York, forget you
Had me wasting my time as well as my money
Tell your little sister ain't a damn thing funny
Next time I see her, I'mma poke her in the eye
Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
How you gonna game me? I made the rules
An ass like you only playing to lose
Next time be leery of which one you choose
Picking somebody out, thinking you're about to use
They say you only meet the true love of your life
Once throughout your years, better make her your wife
Now you picked the wrong one to let go by, nigga
Come on, admit it, the Lyte is too fly

[Chorus] (2x)
**************************************************
Survival of the Fittest (Remix)[ Gizmo ]
Yo King, man, who we working with today?
[ King Of Chill ]
Ah - Lyte
[ Gizmo ]
Bud Light?
[ King Of Chill  ]
Nah Giz, MC Lyte
[ Gizmo ]
Yo Milk
[ both ]
Kick it

(Survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek)

[ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ]
Never does one know the force that is in them
Till some puss jumps up and offends them
Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate
Those that try to front and try to perpetrate
Like they know me well when they don't know me at all
Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'I'll give you a call'
Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit
When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits
Like Shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed
Like MC Lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed
Each and every time you try to play me
I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked
So when I see you, you better be fully strapped
At all times, cause it only takes Lyte one time, and one time only
I'm the microphone controller, MC sucker folder
Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen
If it was dark - you know what I mean?
So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary
Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury
Those who try to know me before they meet me
You can't grow on me, so don't greet me
I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe
Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe
I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me
I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me
I seen people taken advantage of
In situations like money, trust and love
I have no time for petty things that are trivial
Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance
I'm not a dancer, that's what Leg 1 and 2 are for
I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for
They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme
And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime
This is a warning, a due day is dawning
I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning
So put your black on and your best black shoes
And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news
Extra, extra, read all about it
(It's about MC Lyte!) the boy shouted
First time in history you thought to buy a paper
Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover
Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest
But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest
Like a Rican rides a Caddy I'm with this beat, chief
The only time they complain is when it's too brief
But other than that they long for me to go on
On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born'
Sample up the sound if you will
Raps by Lyte, production King Of Chill
So watch the solar system, never stop lookin
Cause up and on the rise is the planet Brooklyn
You can compare me to crackers and cheese
But don't compare me to a sucker MC
See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good
But sucker MC's ain't as good as they should
Be, see, they lack, so Lyte must tax
Not much, just enough to see if they can move it
Show and prove to see that they can get into it
Try your best, a useful strategy
And after practice, if you're still raggedy
Then and only then can you be called a sucker MC
Sucker
I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell
Any last comments, Lyte fans do tell
I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya
Okay, here we go, stop, see ya

(See ya) (see ya) (see ya)...
**************************************************
Oogie BoogieIf you're thinkin', you're too cool to boogie
Boy, oh boy, have I got news for you
Everybody here tonight must boogie, let me tell ya
You are no exception to the rule
So get on up on the floor
'Cuz we're gonna boogie, oogie, oogie
Till ya just can't boogie no more
(Boogie)
Boogie no more, you can't boogie no more
(Boogie)
Boogie no more, listen to the music
There's no time to waste, let's get this show on the road
Listen to the music and let your body flow
The sooner we begin, the longer we got to groove
Listen to the music and let your body move
So get on up on the floor
'Cuz we're gonna boogie, oogie, oogie
Till we just can't boogie no more
(Boogie)
Boogie no more, you can't boogie no more
(Boogie)
Boogie no more, listen to the bass play
Boogie, boogie
Get down, boogie, oogie, oogie
Get down, boogie, oogie, oogie
Get down, boogie, oogie, oogie
Get down
**************************************************
U Got ItYou lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it good, well then you got me

You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it good, well then you got me

Pop that Crys, Mr. juicy lips
What I gotta do for you to ride these hips
Slide to the whip, ride to the strip
Get a place on the low, right off fifth
Low lights, move right, seats real cushy
Make a move on you, hope I ain't too pushy
I like the way we vibe
But there's something about you baby that's making me hot
And I don't smoke, but I will take a tote for you
I see you risin', tell me what ya going through
You wanna what, oh shit, now you talkin' to me
That sexy shit gon' bring out the New York in me
I know you heard me say it before, Lyte as a rock
I hope you knock, come on baby, put it on the spot
By that knot in your jeans I see you holdin' a lot
You makin' me hot, so show me what you got

You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it good, well then you got me

You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it good, well then you got me

	[Unknown Male]
You lookin' good chick, I wanna get that
Tell me what I gotta do to get with that
You lookin' good girl, I wanna get that (aha)
Tell me what I gotta do to get with that

At the club I gotta preview
You followin' me, I can see you in the rear views
You swallowin' me, every word that you heard me say
Rolled up the elevator, ran down the hallway
Blast through the doorway, pause
You gon' make me drop my drawers
X that nigga, come out yours
Back's real big and shoulders broad
Six pack, let me hit that with your thick back
From the kitchen floor to the jacuzzi
Anywhere we do it, you gon' salute me
I got the whipped cream, I got the magazines
Before we hit it you gon' have to get that ass clean
Get that hat boy, and crack that back boy
And don't be scared if I smack it from the back boy
I'm feeling sticky like I'm hot from the sun, oh
What you sayin', you ain't got one

You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it good, well then you got me

You lookin' good boy, you got that fire now
So you a hot boy, I'll be your hot toy
You know the routine, rub up on my blue jeans
And if you do it good, well then you got me

And if you do it good, good, well then you got me, me
Well then you got me, me, ooh, ooh, ooh, pause
**************************************************
CloserVerse 1 (MC Lyte)
In the three on the deegan, we be freakin'
Bobbin' and weavin' my peeps sleepin'
Steady creepin' dippin' in the jeepin'
Dones be peepin', benjis we be keepin'
Cheddar we be spending, niggas ain't cheapin'
Hip hoppin' bobbin' with the beat and
I'm not concieted just never been defeated
Test and get that ass beated
The wanna act like I can't flow phatly
When they attack me I got skills to back me
Go ahead now simulate that
How they forget who originated that
Ladies and gentlemen the ruffneck is back
More potent than a foul vile of crack
I keep you open like a BM hatchback
While you keepin' my tape draped up in yo' knapsack

(chorus)
You comin' closer and closer, I thought I told you
You know that I will toast you
You're not supposed to come closer and closer
I thought I told you, you know that I will toast you
Don't come closer

Verse 2 (Space Nine)
Yo, I write my own, but-uh who's writin' your rhymes
Oh you independent now 'coz you bitin' my lines
Listen, two flamin' bitches hide yo' claiming and sixes
Shines so bright can't see us in pictures
Leavin' non believers in ditches
Those who can acchieve won't percieve our existance
They need verbal assistance, check it
All them things you say you got, we now your makin' it up
To get a man in a club, you steady shakin' it up
See thay played my song twice 'coz they can't get enough
I'd say put yourself in my shoes but they cost too much
Space Nine bustin' 16 bars on Lyte's time
We write rhymes, y'all chicks is puppets on mic time
While I, chanel stars through pipe lines
Illuminate the sky day and night make my presence defined
Yo, blue Gucci sale platinum tag taped to my leg
Promise no threat, shine on my neck signing my cheques

(chorus) x2

Verse 3 (MC Lyte)
You can't afford to be nasty if you ask me
Tryin' to pass me but can't outlast me
Sweet like like nector comin' in your sector
Movin' in your direction, takin' over your section
Am I bad no question they just a fraction
Tryin' to get some action from the section
Ain't that somethin' I got your crew jumpin' and bumpin'
While you talkin' nothing
I bring it to you with no hesitation
'Coz the top is where I rest but it's your destination
And I know this so I'm puttin' you on notice
Don't you come too close to this
I got the gift to forsee the drama like they know me
Pullin' up slowly and tryin' to bring out the ol' me
But I'm brand spank comin' for your bank
Not nigga what you think but what you thought, and now you caught
Long as you live and for eternity
You're only bad as Lyte the MC allows you to be
Not easy to sabbotage wiser than the average
You can jack me now and later you can peep my, catalogue
You gotta alphernumeric but you can't read
DKNY frames but you can't see
How I'm blow up like a stick of dynie and burn that hynie baby
C'mon I'm beggin' try me

(chorus) x2
**************************************************
My Time[Verse 1: Scarlet]
You can find my niggas on the hottest blocks
Sippin’ Henny rock
Holdin’ packs in their socks, goin’ get this money non-stop
Fuck the cops, we get the drop
Rather run than get locked
Constantly switching the spots
Navigating nautical yachts
Flooded diamonds seasons
Femme Fatale rhyme and reason
Body time for treason
Air Force One, we leavin’
Panama Red holdin’ 52 heads for ransom
My nigga Johnny Handsome trigger itchin’ to cancel ‘em
I’m like “Hold up, wait a minute
Let’s get down to business
You could kill up all these motherfuckers
Soon as the deal finish”
All out war ‘til we lace something and base something
Don’t say nothing
Scarlet fuck around and grenade something
Exchange something, bodies for dollars
We go two hours to kill
I want a half a mil and a private jet to Brazil
Y’all could forget it ‘cause all negotiations is deaded
The grudge in my heart is embedded
And these are the days that you dreaded

[Verse 2: Blue Velvet]
Scanless fiends, we rise from the midst like submarines
Tote sub-machines
Favorite colors green
Illuminate the scene
Playing devils advocate
State lavish and extravagant
Cats holdin’ chips
We have to get
Ain’t your average chick
Black Madonna, Ms. Maverick
Platinum exposure vi cola
Sword soldier, yo floss rocks like boulders
The ones that make your wrist bend
Televised like Wimbledon
Thug women in Timberlands
Leave you trembling
Sex symboling, swindling
Femme Fatale and Lyte turn thugs to gentlemen

[Chorus]
Ten past nine, Lyte’s time to shine
What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine
Synchronize the time, watch the scheming kind
Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind
Ten past nine, Fatale time to shine
What’s mine is mine, what’s yours is mine
Synchro’ the time, watch the scheming kind
Type to slip you micky, rob you cats blind

[Verse 3:]
Thug princess, relentless
Step to my business
If it ain’t lucrative with interest
It’s senseless
Tigress la temptress
Loving leave ‘em defenseless
Male mind the simplest
Ice Berg can’t pimp this
Lay with a serpent, sin in your semen
Wake up birthing demons
Got Adam? We even
Trick dada trap
Taped to the garter
Master the art of getting ricotta
Documented like Magna Carta
Ill reputed leaving pockets diluted
Intriguing breast protruded, plan precisely executed
Sonned you, slip the micky, never come to
Made off with a bundle
If you wake, death becomes you
It’s all about extortion
Small cats trying to get a portion
What you sporting
Posing, trying to look important
Caution, yo, that lavish life be costing
Before the fame and fortune
Better know what line you’re crossing

[Verse 4: MC Lyte]
I come passive like a cherry, little girl or a peach
Dress dime and I’m fine when I’m trying to get the heap
I show a lot of teeth, front with the sweets
But you know that beneath
There’s a whole lot of street
Don’t test the temper of the do-more-than-talk shitter
Your mens are trapped like the dead of winter
Slide in like a splinter
Pull out with the money and the Lex
We don’t even have to wet him
Leave him drowning in his sweat
Femme Fatale, what’s next?
They about to get me vex
Trying to do me in the pookie
Thinking he gon’ get the sex
Surprise! You’ll be lucky if you ever open your eyes
Or even see the light again, ‘cause I’m about to go in
Don’t question the veteran
You thugs know I’m better than
Anyone or anything or any crew that’s ever been
While you’re listening to this
Got you caught up in the twist
MC Lyte, Femme Fatale
Don’t sweat the fish

[Chorus] (2x)
**************************************************
Survival of the Fittest[ gizmo ]
Yo king, man, who we working with today?
[ king of chill ]
Ah - lyte
[ gizmo ]
Bud light?
[ king of chill ]
Nah giz, mc lyte
[ gizmo ]
Yo milk
[ both ]
Kick it

(survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek)

[ verse 1: mc lyte ]
Never does one know the force that is in them
Till some puss jumps up and offends them
Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate
Those that try to front and try to perpetrate
Like they know me well when they don't know me at all
Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'i'll give you a call'
Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit
When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits
Like shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed
Like mc lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed
Each and every time you try to play me
I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked
So when I see you, you better be fully strapped
At all times, cause it only takes lyte one time, and one time only
I'm the microphone controller, mc sucker folder
Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen
If it was dark - you know what I mean?
So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary
Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury
Those who try to know me before they meet me
You can't grow on me, so don't greet me
I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe
Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe
I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me
I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me
I seen people taken advantage of

In situations like money, trust and love
I have no time for petty things that are trivial
Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance
I'm not a dancer, that's what leg 1 and 2 are for
I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for
They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme
And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime
This is a warning, a due day is dawning
I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning
So put your black on and your best black shoes
And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news
Extra, extra, read all about it
(it's about mc lyte!) the boy shouted
First time in history you thought to buy a paper
Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover
Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest
But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest
Like a rican rides a caddy I'm with this beat, chief
The only time they complain is when it's too brief
But other than that they long for me to go on
On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born'
Sample up the sound if you will
Raps by lyte, production king of chill
So watch the solar system, never stop lookin
Cause up and on the rise is the planet brooklyn
You can compare me to crackers and cheese
But don't compare me to a sucker mc
See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good
But sucker mc's ain't as good as they should
Be, see, they lack, so lyte must tax
Not much, just enough to see if they can move it
Show and prove to see that they can get into it
Try your best, a useful strategy
And after practice, if you're still raggedy
Then and only then can you be called a sucker mc
Sucker
I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell
Any last comments, lyte fans do tell
I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya
Okay, here we go, stop, see ya

(see ya) (see ya) (see ya)...
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Lola from the CopaLola hopped into a cab, she went to work
As she walked into the club, the fellas went bezerk
They screamed her name out -- Lola, Lola
Yeah, she was the star of the Copa
She smiled and danced til morning
Lola took uppers, to stop her from yawning
For the finale, she got an applause
Lola was gracious, she didn't do tours
She felt appreciated, just like a star
But for the meanwhile, she got a drink from the bar
Lola had no kids and lost her mother
Her lover used drugs and left her for another
But little did she know that she would make love tonight
She'd do it willingly without puttin up a fight

	Lola.. she was a showgirl..
	with yellow ribbons in her hair..
	and a dress right up to here..

At the bar, his name was Zeke the Freak
He just moved in down the street
He introduced himself and bought her a drink
Before she could refuse, she didn't stop to think
More and more alcohol, now she was intoxicated
He picked her up off her feet, as he escapaded
Down the block then he opened the door
As he struggled to get in, then put her on the floor
He went to the door to make sure that it was locked
As he bolted all of them, he looked up at the clock
It said one, or maybe he'd be done in two
Or two and three, eventually, how freaky could he be?
He began to think what should I do firstly?
I'll get a little drink, because I'm very thirsty
He got a little OJ, to make it really OK
Grabbed a wad of Hubba Bubba, but didn't use a rubber
They did it for three hours, he jumped into the shower
Got out and towel dried, and screamed, "I've got the power!"
He came out of the bathroom, she was still on the floor
He said, "Heck I've got to wreck," then he jumped on for more

	Lola.. (uh-huh) she was a showgirl..
	with yellow ribbons in her hair..
	and a dress right up to here..
	She met this guy named Zeke..
	who was truly a freak..
	And she didn't stop to think..
	before she took that sunrise drink..

She finally awoke, eight o'clock in the morning
Not remembering a stroke, as she began yawning
Zeke the Freak thought he was thick and slick
But what Zeke did not know
Is that little Lola, little Lola
From the Copa used to be a hoe
Now he's paid, thought he had it made
But Zeke the Freak got AIDS

	Lola.. she was a showgirl.. (yeah)
	with yellow ribbons in her hair..
	and a dress right up to here..
	She met this guy named Zeke..
	who was truly a freak..
	And she didn't stop to think..
	before she took that sunrise drink..
	He caught a bad one..
	while he was havin fun..
	Took Lola to his bed
	And now the freak is -- dead
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All ThatThere's a song.. that I sing.. whenever I'm sad.. feelin bad

[MC Lyte]
It was a date, a simple little fuckin date
Or so I thought, wasn't that my great mistake
He picked me up at eight, from my crib
We went to dinner and he ordered babyback ribs
What a waste, a waste of the mind and body
And then he said, "Lyte, would you like to go and party?"
I thought about it, and then I said, "NO!
Pay for my food motherfucker and let's go!"
He said, "My, aren't we agressive.."
Damn right, and I'm also perceptive
I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin town
You wanna slap it, flip it, and rub it down
You want some booty but you're gettin none this way
You better ask Suzy Sally or that girl Fay
You gets NONE, you hear me you cheesy rat?
Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that

Chorus: MC Lyte

I'm all that, yes I'm all that
You ask how?  I'm all that now
I'm all of that, yes I'm all that
And rollin through your hood with a BASEBALL bat

[MC Lyte]
First I head out, into the red-eyed
Turn the AC, so it feels cool inside
Step in the jam, baring good news
Although for some folks, I bring the blues
Always solo, no relyin on a posse
I see what you see, do you see what I see?
I see suckers, many pucker-uppers
ASS-kissers, as well as buttlickers
Many many that will do me good and plenty
Don't know me from Adam, but wanna get with me
Claimin they will do or have done or have did me
Talkin that yang, your ass'll get SLAPPED
Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin NONE of that

Chorus

[MC Lyte]
That!!  That!!

[answering machine]
Aiyyo Milk, aiyyo Milk, this is Teddy B
Yo I just checked out Lyte's new cut (That!!  That!!)
And yo it's ALL THAT, ALL THAT
Yo I get with you, peace!

[MC Lyte]
Back, way back when, shit wasn't funny
I'm talkin L-Q days, your gold and your money
If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken
Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin
Cause they can sense a sucker as SOON as they saw ya
And oh well, how I felt sorry for the
Razor in my pocket, for my protection
Blackjack in my bag for a little selection
You got beef?  BITCH, chose your weapon
I sliced and diced, and then I kept steppin
For me to go for that woulda just been wack
Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that

Chorus

[answering machine]
(That!! That!!)
Yo yo, yo Lyte, you there?
(That!! That!!)
Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax
Yo and DON'T make that shit soft alright?
Yo PUMP IT UP
Alright when you get in just give me a buzz
**************************************************
Propa[Intro: MC Lyte]
We comin' down in '98
Set it straight
For all those that chose to contemplate
We gon' to it 'til the break

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Rap is hip hop over populated
I made it but I’m still underrated
I go beep beep like a Motorola beeper
Your lines are hard but mines are much deeper
Creeper on the midnight stroll
Never need parole
Totally in control of my destiny
Here’s the best of me
On vinyl finally for all to see
I’m the only one here at the showdown
That don’t need a piece for the shit to go down
"What up Lyte?" Nigga hell if I know
Trying to keep it real with all my little bros
Wanting to be a friend, some don’t believe
‘Cause in the past they been deceived
But I’m the motherfucker that breeds honesty
Tell you like it is and then leave you where you be

[Chorus: Beenie Man]
So from the east to the west the music is propa
So do it for me, mama
Original rapper
Other MCs slide down the gutter
Soft like butter
Name of the rapper
MC Lyte and Beenie Man deya
So do it to me, mama
Original rapper
Other MCs slide down the gutter
Soft like butter
So listen what my sister say

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
Now you know I gotta keep 2 just like Noah
From Brooklyn to the corner of Balboa
Get a fresh stock keep ‘em on lock
They wanna act like they don’t know the resume
Knowing that I leave shit up in disarray
Never will I ever have to say “Mother may I”
Be this fly until the day I die
Now I realize I don’t need alibis cuz I don’t lie
I’m way too wise
My head he will anoint
I’m the focal point
Have them all screaming, “Yo, that’s the joint!”
As if I didn’t know just how to rock a show
I’m the last dragon to attain the glow
My plans to be to make history
Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
I got game for days in this entertainment shit
I rap shit, act shit, never that wack shit
I'm busting numbers, fuck the crap shit
Coast to coast, niggas know I float
Red eye flights, hitting licks I wrote
‘Cause my dynasty is ordained, I planned it
My reign? Niggas can’t stand it!
They in denial while I’m on the prowl
More than six fouls blowing like Miles
I lay like tiles, crocodile smile
For the naysayers who wanna know how
My plans to be to make history
Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me
"Lyte who?" Lyte the MC, baby!

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Beenie Man]
My life and your life is a familiar
Every day they wanna put me in the media
But I really got mi steel boat formula
And I want to set it off like [?]
[?] MC want to take my place
Want to [?], give me space
[?] don't control my first place
So I fighting for second and third place
But everybody in the place
Simma dem wind up
[?] the bass, yeah

[Chorus]
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God Said LyteYeah, God said Lyte from the beginning of time
I'm giving 'em rhymes of feminine kind, keeping it tight
Knockin' the edge off they shoulder
Colder than any MC, and hotter than the next
Check the text
To the left a seagull lights the truth
Kick it to the youth, pocket full of proof
Ready to raise the roof, off the vocal booth
Put hoes back on the track cause they loose
No one a never come there
I have 'em going quicker than city of angels left the air last year
Don't y'all know I scorch MC's
Leave them all toast from the neck to the knees
It's remarkable as I spark a few
Of these rhymes, some rappers find it hard to do
Goldie of the game, everything bout to change
You gettin' stripped for ya shit, niggas thought you knew

I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'
The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me
No trait of originality, none whatsoever
Don't ever second guess me, guess me
And if you're wonderin' who could the best be
The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac
In full effect MC Lyte is back

Lyte and Maad Phunk, we flamin' on
And took a vacation, some of them came and gone
When I push beef it's like flaming y'all
Tender as I serve these loose rappin' broads
She sellin' straight up sex, by the sea shore
We bang beats from boogie down to BK, New York
I sport the finest of wears, your highness is here
End your rhyming career
I spits it like you wanna do but can't
Your skills iffy cause you tryna dance
Due to the circumstance, get your hands up high
You know the routine, freeze 'em like a drive-by
You know when I roll through I'm reppin' old school
Thought I told you, here let me show you, I don't know you
Fuck you, I don't owe you nothin'
Paper thin, Georgie, had 'em wildin' somethin'

I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'
The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me
No trait of originality, none whatsoever
Don't ever second guess me, guess me
And if you're wonderin' who could the best be
The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac
In full effect MC Lyte is back

None of these broads wanna get on a track with me
Except for Digga and B, they got balls, as for the rest of y'all
You ain't for me you against me
Means I'm coming for your stacks relentlessly
You see they speak on a passin', Lyte was a lesson
I'm still shakin' these hoes down, without a weapon
Got you guessin' why won't this bitch ever die
Sure as you get high, we'll never see eye-to-eye
I'm the Lytro and I might go psycho
If I'm on my psycho, act like you might know
Which way the light go, but you never will
Cause I never spill, fuck it I said it, I'm that ill
I keeps a tight lip bout what the light hits
I'm get excited bout what I'm gon' get
They mad in the studio catchin' the blues
Why, cause they still can't fill my shoes

I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'
The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me
No trait of originality, none whatsoever
Don't ever second guess me, guess me
And if you're wonderin' who could the best be
The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac
In full effect MC Lyte is back

I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'
The dope, def rhyme that is always bein' taken
By a sucker MC that wants to be like me, like me
No trait of originality, none whatsoever
Don't ever second guess me, guess me
And if you're wonderin' who could the best be
The hip-hop maniac, uptown brainiac
In full effect MC Lyte is back
**************************************************
Beyond the HypeI, am, back on the scene
I'm takin it to the extremes
New blend, I've been schemin
Raw type stuff I know you've been fiendin
Waitin for, such a long time
For MC Lyte to drop another dope rhyme
Well I deliver as quick as you call my name
I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame
So now, I prove to you
That I can shake you groove you and move you too
I am, too much to bear
To touch and then share
Once you've had one taste one touch one bite
All you want is M-C Lyte!
And I deliver as quick as you call my name
I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame

Chorus:

We've got to try to move beyond
I'm comin
We've got to try to break on through
To the extreme
We've got to try to move beyond
Beyond the hype
We've got to try to break on through!

Can't, you, see, I'm beyond the hype
And all that type of jazz and pizazz
I'm, into, reality
Forget the fantasy, this is me
Beyond the hype, so don't believe
What you read, cause they'll deceive
So now I come to you
Telling no lies, the truth is in my eyes
Unlike the broadcasters on the news
Who try to tell you, the donts and the do's
The media blows things out of proportion
The public's eye, proceed with caution
It's a dog eat dog world
But we'll be alright
All we gots to do is stick together
And move beyond the hype

Chorus 2X (w/ variations)

You, must, trust when I say I'm here to stay
And believe I'll never leave
Haste, makes, waste
The track is all that, so pick up the pace
Forget the rumors, gossip, shit-talk
Besides that's old news, and that can walk
I'm beyond that, you are also
Release the negative vibe and let it go
So now, I come to you
Bearing gifts that certainly uplift
From coast to coast, Midwest I'm the most
But still, not on a high post
I'm comin, just call my name
Beyond the hype, beyond the fame
Down to Earth, I'm just that type
To take you and move beyond the hype

Chorus 2X (w/ variations)

I'm comin (3X)
To the extreme
Beyond the hype
Beyond the hype...
**************************************************
Keep on Pushin’[Chorus]
Only God knows how we'll all end up
Get so corrupt, we can't give up, we got to keep on pushing
(Keep on pushing, ain't no stopping us)
Ain't no stopping us

A child of the essence, turning degrees into perfection
My struggle is now objective to meet the righteous direction
The life lessons, but what they all about?
If I took the dolo route, and I left the people out
Non-personal connects, low-cost effects
Bound to meet my doom for regrets so I just
Put all praises down to Allah, plus the block
Pull my family ties in one big knot
Respect the divine that makes me help me ride to the top
And do a trip to a past never forgot

Where do I go from here, I don't know, I don't know
Till I find my past, the life I knew, the life I knew
I'm holding on to my roots cause they pulling my leaves
I traveled over seas, got 400 degrees
It's the city life, trife concock the scheme
To play upon my dreams still fulfillin' my needs
Well I don't know, whatever happened to my past
Wait I gotta think about (I don't care) how long I can last
I don't know as long as I get over my worlds most biggest fears
Cause I'm drenched in sweat for family tears
So ah, where do I go from here, I don't know
I don't know, till I find my past, the life I knew
(The life I knew) the life I knew

[Chorus: x2]
All in the game a young female, so intelligent
And deep like seashells, uh, I'm from L.A. so I gotta cap to adapt
Plus interact with the black folks
And blowin' smoke ain't never been a problem
It's waking up and facing the drama
Can't let you hang, maintain, run game, pimp thangs
And roll my land cruiser like it's on Danna Danes
Uh, it's show low, the west coaster, you know
Let you boost like I'm suppose ta

[Chorus: x2]
**************************************************
In My Business[Missy]
Hahaha, introducing MC Lyte

[MC Lyte]
I think I need a sound check
Hit me with a sound check
Yea, now what about that dope stuff
Alright now, gimme an 8-0 (8-0, 8-0, 8-0)

[Missy]
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
Yo, 1-2
Uh, MC Lyte (yea)
You don't know (yea)
Ficky ficky, oh you don't know

[MC Lyte - Verse One]
On the regular they guessin' how the Lyte get down
Nevermind that, nigga you better watch your mouth
Keep snoopin' and you bound to hit a brick
Get out the crack of my ass all up in my shiznit
To you nosey Nikki's and you Peepin' Tom's
So, you know I'm about to drop the Brooklyn Bomb
7 and 7 is 14 , 1 and 4 is 5
But none of that matters if your ass ain't alive
You could care less about the records I sell
You just wanna know I tried but I fell
But even on your best day and on my worst
I'll still be first, without the need to rehearse

[Missy Elliott singing - Hook]
Why you up in my business?
Find somethin' better to do
Why you talkin' about me?
I ain't say shit 'bout you
Forgive me for my attitude
But I got something to say
Yall better not fuck with me
Cuz I had a bad day

[MC Lyte - Verse Two]
Yall must really think I'm the host of the freakshow
Got me taggin' piranhas I don't even know
Got me swimmin' in waters, gettin' caught in fishnet
Got me hooked up wit' folks I ain't never even met
Now yall so busy tryin' to market this
I guess yo stupid ass forgot who started this
But I'm about to ransack you make your memory
Come back to you, let all my true niggas jack you
Talkin' bou the Lyte like you gettin' paid for it
Better wish for your own and get out my business
Besides I'm too quick and pigeons oughta know
By the time you get the info, it was two years ago
Aside from that I'm too swift to catch
Don't pay to chase the joint, you can't light the match
And everybody knows I'm too quick to flip the latch
It ain't many that can even say they been attached

[Repeat Hook]

[Missy rapping - Verse Three]
I heard a lotta yall runnin' runnin' 'round
Ain't none of yall this supa dupa fly
Supa Dupa as I
Fly, fly across the sky
Cut you like pie
Me and, me and MC Lyte
Cuz you wack
Straight from the jump, yea you wack
Better get back
I can't I can't fuck wit' that
I ain't sayin' jack
I'mma just smack you 'cross your face so deep that you'll never talk back

[Repeat Hook]

[Missy talking - Verse Four]
Why you up in my business
Find something better to do
Why you talkin' 'bout me
I ain't said shit about you (uh)
Forgive me for my attitude
But I got something to say
Yall better not fuck with me
Cuz I had a bad day
Ficky-ficky check me out
Uh uh, uh (repeats through chorus)
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Absolutely Positively.....Practical JokesI play practical jokes, just to get a laugh (ha hah)
I put roaches in my neighbor's bubblebath
But anyway one day she called upon me
She said, "Lyte - it's an emergency!"
My next door neighbor had an errand to run
I said, "Why Ms. Davis - ask your son"
She said, "Ricky's at his grandmother's"
I said, "Well what about Tommy, the younger brother?"
She said, "See, umm, he's at the pharmacy"
I said, "He'll be back soon how much longer could it be?"
She said, "C'mon please, it's just a trip uptown
If you leave right now you'll be back before sundown
Hurry up, there's not a moment to spare
It absolutely positively has to get there"
Umm, I contemplated then I played a good Samaritan
I started the car, then she threw the package in

	It absolutely positively has to get there
	(Get there?)
	It absolutely positively has to get there
	(Well then send it Federal Express!)
	It absolutely positively has to get there
	(It gotta get there?)
	It absolutely positively got to get there!
	(Yo who you rushin?)

Pumpin out the music on the FDR
Not far behind me was a DT car
So I eased up selector, 55 the digit
But on the FDR, 40 is the limit
Here they come, sirens on
I could see myself in jail til the break of dawn
But they rolled right by it wasn't me they was after
A little red corvette, they was tryin to capture
Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
Look up ahead, now that's what I call traffic
Dipped to an exit and I made my way through
Couldn't believe when I hit first avenue
On a Honda's ass, just about to crash
Looked at the gauge and the shit said NO GAS
Zero, nada, nothing in here see
In car terms the shit was on empty
Got out, and pushed the shit to the side
Hailed a cab, then I caught a quick ride
To the house of inflation, yes the gas station
Gave a little tip to show my appreciation
Got back to the ave where I left my car
It wasn't there, but it couldn't have gone far
Hot damn, I must have got towed
Tried to figure out how much money I owed
Went to the pound and I paid my debt
Think that was the worst?  You ain't heard nuttin yet
Bumped into that crackhead Sam I used to see
And like always, hand out, give me money
In my tank was a dollar's worth of gas
I had to get an ? machine fast

	It absolutely positively has to get there
	(Get there?)
	It absolutely positively got to get there
	(What?)
	It absolutely positively got to get there
	(Well send it some way else)
	It absolutely positively has to get there

As I left the bank to walk back to the BM
Couldn't believe what my eyes were seein
Looked at the back tire, it was flate
While the other three, were SO DAMN FAT
A brother walked by and offered his help
Ordinarily I woulda did the shit myself
But he, changed it quick, so I passed him a ten
Here I go on this journey again
Went to the gas station, to fill it up
When a crackhead from nowhere grabbed the pump
I said, "LOOK, I don't need your help today"
And I scared the motherfucker and he was on his way
Oops, a cat, SHIT, scrat!
Fur on my tires, and all that
What's this, a stroke of bad luck?
But at this point, I don't even give a fuck
I got to get the package to the destination
No matter what the confrontation
I arrive, bag in my hand
Lookin for a woman named Pam
She opened the bag it was wrapped tight and snug
But in that bag yo, in that bag
45, guess what?  (What was it Lyte?)
It was a box of q-tips .. a box of fuckin q-tips man!!!
	{*laughter*}
**************************************************
Mickey Slipper[Lyte]	Ready?
[guy]	No
[Lyte]	Oh!
[Lyte] *whistling Scrappy Doo* Puppy, power!
[Lyte] *beatboxing like a pro*
[guy]	Okay, hello!
[Lyte]	Watch your drin.. WHAT?  Watch your drink!
	No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late?

Hit it!
I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana
Sippin on some vodka in a glass with Tropicana
I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob
Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job
Men in bikinis, G-strings should I say
Waitin for the daddy-LONG-one to come my way
Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat
Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get
He offers me his hand, of COURSE you know I take it
Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked
My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar
Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar
I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky
What I didn't know was somebody slipped a Mickey
Into my drink, which caused a fantasy
And somehow slapped me back into reality!
Wish I had another Mickey I'd go back for a quickie
Find the daddy-long-one that was SURELY tryin to get me
This just goes to show, you must stop and think
When you're out partyin, never leave your drink..
WORD!
**************************************************
Like That AnnaAin't no other, this is me and this is it
Don't got to get the crowbar to get you up off of my shit
I don't know why though, they try to compare me
Did not you know that you can't get NEAR me
So don't fuck up when identifying the voice
You know from A to Z, I'm a first choice
The Y to the T, surrounded by the L and the E
Put it together and you got Lyte the MC
Deep, deep, deeper than the vein
Of the membrane, squish it, put your ass to sleep
I got octaves, not to sing but to rap so
Give me dap, perhaps admit, that I'm all that
The shit that I write huh, surely chart climbers
Don't try to run, because your mom'll come and find ya
Getcha, gotcha, getcha gotcha getcha gotcha
Break ya break ya punk and fuck that ass in two's
It's like that anna, it's like that anna
I'm not the funny fat one they call Roseanne-ah
**************************************************
Playgirls Play[Intro:]
Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte
Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte
Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte
Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte

[Verse 1:]
Ain't a damn thing changed
You know my name
East coast represent
Watch me do my thing
I'm the female chronic slash gin and tonic
Fuck Johnny Blaze, I'm Johnny Mnemonic
I'm a floss with it
Take it way past the limit
Go back 6 years and throw some G funk in it
MC Lyte long as the money green collect
This is for my dogs hittin' switches in the projects
East side and the west side
Indeed I spit it with finesse right
L's for love me, Y for "why front?"
T's for truth, E's the exotic flavor you bounce to

[Chorus:]
Lyte is... Brooklyn flavor that'll always be fresh
Lyte is... paid in full I keep my benjamins
Flippin' outfits twice a day
Plus a milked out coupe to push around the way
Grants stacking up every day all day
That's just the way playgirls play

[Verse 2:]
I'm the ultimate intergalactic spectacular
Funk mistress as creamy as Swiss Miss
Hot chocolate I'm the topic, go cop it
Broken microphones cause I rocked it
Who that Lyte? True that, right?
I'm the perfect role model for keepin' your game tight
After this I'm spending four Gs tonight
Cuz money made in the dark comes to the Lyte
Recognize through them blood shot eyes
Think my lyrical skills ain't ill you be surprised
Hypnotized by my Brooklyn vibe
Or we can take it out to Queens where Cool J resides

[Chorus] (2x)

[Verse 3:]
You're transparent incoherent
Oh you don't know that word
Let me make it more apparent
I sit on chrome stake up chips run up charts
Break up schemes cause wet dreams
Engine engine number 9 on the NY transit line
If you want that flavor back
Lyte it up, Lyte it up, Lyte it up
Who am I? L Y T E
How fly? Oh I'm real jiggy
It's no puzzle how I through the muzzle on the mic
Cuff your CD make it spin all night
I got what you like you like what I got
Hotter than gun shots hotter than most blocks
Hot hot hot to the touch pop the clutch
I won't stop
Larger than life, the most jiggiest
Rippin all the mics apart
I'm gettin' busy
It's all about the cheddar
Nobody do the body better
Never sour but flow like an Amaretta
It's the Lyte y'all, I'm about to take flight
Brooklyn zone got it locked up tight
Show biz your biz doe biz my biz
There it is

[Chorus]
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FireYeah, I heard somebody say fire
Y'all want heat, here go heat, right here
Lyte the MC, Neb Luv, show them what heat's got

Yeah, we spittin' venom in 'em, whether it's men or women
I kill 'em like the ? and dismiss 'em at the minimum
I'm leavin' 'em twisted like a braid, glow like a fade
My lyric cut your spirit like a swiss army switchblade
The more in my cup, the more dangerous
More that I bust, they call me angel dust
I'm heat proof, flip a nigga off their feet
Then creep the streets and ? underneath
The skin off the bone, how I burn a MC
Stop, look and listen, and learn from me
I got that fi-i-i-ire, get lost and pay the cost
Get tossed, that's your only option
You're locked in cause I'm blockin' your oxygen
I'm knockin' your chin, rockin' your noggin
I'm rollin' with Foxx and them
Bitches better quit before Lyte hit, fuck what you thought
Niggas gettin' caught

Heat scorchin', torchin'
Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
Yo, fuck ?
Heat scorchin', torchin'
Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
Yo, fuck ?

	[Neb Luv]
I breathe through, bleed through
The track, you suckers are see-through
React with a mack, you're fake, I could read through
Like buck, youse a soft crook
But look twisted and catch your heart hook
The street, plus my niggas gotta eat like kings
This chick carry heat supreme
?, sinister, make you a believer
Conniving industry cats be lying, spying
On the sick chick, with them sick hits
No, here's a sick tip, keep this your business
Music addictive, ?, voice
Layin' the cuts in the Royce five four
Flow like C4 through your door
Hit ya open like pores, bang baby get you on the floor
You know how it is when you move till your sore
Nothing but the bubbly, ain't nobody poor

Heat scorchin', torchin'
Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
Yo, fuck ?
Heat scorchin', torchin'
Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
Yo, fuck ?

Burnin' MC's at 99.9 degrees
With flows like these I keep 'em on they knees
Torturin', they sit motionless
After they feel the dust they can't get with us
I'm razor sharp, comin' for your main artery
It ain't hard for me, it ain't hard to see this
Fi-i-i-ire

	[Neb Luv]
Blaze like inferno, injure internal
Damn right, Neb and Lyte crew will hurt you
Suffocate the body like heat wave we'll work you
Till you're purple, till you feel the pain
I'm a shine, keep it live, baby feel the flame

From top to bottom, cut 'em, gutter, we got 'em
Do 'em like the ?, leave the rest for rock and I swear
It ain't no calm for us in here, we got the fi-i-i-ire nigga

Heat scorchin', torchin'
Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
Yo, fuck ?
Heat scorchin', torchin'
Set it off, let it blow often, better use caution
Fi-i-i-ire, get you up in the club and get the drinks tossin'
Yo, fuck ?
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K-Rock’s the Man[K-Rock]
Is it a crime - because it's my time to bust a rhyme
A dope line to make the crowd behind me climb
And then twine to a tune that Milk produced
To make the party people get loose
On the dancefloor, so don't try to hide
Cause I designed the rhyme that make your back-bone slide
To the music, cause it's uplifting
Some may try, but they can't get with this
But it's nothing for y'all to compete with
It's just some smooth shit that's legit
To make you get up when you're at a party
And move.. your.. sexy.. body
Up, down, side to side, around
Come one, come all, come see what we found
A way for y'all to work out y'all frustrations
And groove with the band.. K-Rock's the Man

Now hurry hurry, step right up
To my sideshow, and watch how my rhymes flow
I let my galant talent illuminate
So give three cheers for, K-Rock the Great
Don't debate, the votes are castin
This is one race that I could never come last in
Boy you know that the K don't play
You can't step to me, don't sleep on a DJ
K-Rock, because blockheads I knock
And rock the sock into a state of shock
That's how it's supposed to be
And that goes for those who step close to me
So when you see me, show respect
Cause I met get upset and cold strip and snap the necks
Of all of those who don't understand
That K-Rock.. K-Rock's the Man
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Art Of Rap FreestyleFace off 'cause your shit is twisted
Screw off your mouth 'cause this chick is gifted
I stay whippin' in something you never seen
Ain't into flossin' but I could put it on some
Call 'em at the crib
Tell 'em you just lost 1, 2 & 3
I'm about to run a Boston
On son, how come I'm on one?
I'm born free, you born dumb
I pack a fortune
My time is too much for what it's costing
Hear any chick on the mic, you know I taught 'em
What you just might get
Is a chick that spit that wiz priceless
I made a decision to play my position
And this is the place in my life
Where I start delivering, you know why?
This game ain't got nothing on me
None after, none before me
I put the work in, I want the glory
Here's my chance to tell my story
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Ride Wit Me (clean edit)Lytro, yeah, hm, yo
Yeah, fuck the rest be, nobody can test me
Rich like Nestle, thick like Wesley
Snipe out, I'm the type that be about
Crashin' up in ya joint and knockin' the lights out
Feelin' lovely, trust me, I'm drug free
Only chewed on bringing out the thug in me
'cause you sittin' on my nerves, when we've already heard
That garbage, played-out crap you call rap
Some chicks say they love that, well I'm above that
Calling me a ? ? ? it's two, double O two
And my crew roll thick like BIG
Act up, and be puttin' that ass to sleep
You got nothing for me, been there, smelt the dope and
Rollin' with the shelter, making niggas jail free
Like a Luger, I spit thick shit
That a leave ya squad sick, 'cause I ran up in this shit

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me

Still got the little frame with the big name
Watch it change 'cause, nah nigga, we ain't in the same gang
We walk different and we talk a different slang
You a sidekick, and I'm a four point six range
You a one roof flat, I'm fifty acres of land
In Jamaica with your man laid up, gettin' a tan
Thought you knew, I'm overdue
And you're overrated so cats are over you
I inspired you, come on now, no way
? that rumour, the consumer won't believe it anyway
Never play with the messenger, Head on Joan of Arc
When I'm coming through these parts like just cut the dark
I'm a trendsetter, go getter, bringer back
'cause I'm fed up, ready to get a set up
Oh you scurred, vision blurred
'cause I serve these words
And pitch them bitches with a curse

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me

Yo what I'm sayin I've been layin' waitin' for the right situation
New York hawk city playin', back in the BK bomber
Niggas in the hood call me Lyte
But brothers call me Lana Moorer the high scorer
Play fool if you want to, we closin' after quarter
I started it and I shut the shit down
Sit down, don't nobody move, I'm making haters quit now
Been a long time coming but I'm running with the torch
Race, got a lot a rats but I can't be caught, or bought
'cause I won't sell out, that's why me and the big dogs, we fell out
Not with a major, but I'm still major league
Crash ya dome with this ? then watch your nose bleed
You want it, you can get it anytime
'cause I got many lines for niggas of any kind, you know me

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me

Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brotha, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
Holla, get crunk, get live with me
Brother, don't make you as fly as me
Gotta get yo' ass up and vibe with me
Come on ride with me, come on ride with me
**************************************************
I Cram to Understand U (1990 remix)[ VERSE 1 ]
I used to be in love with this guy named Sam
I don't know why, cause he had the head like that of a clam
But you couldn't tell me nothin, cause Sam was number one
Cause to me, oh my gosh, he was one in a million
I shoulda knew the consequences right from the start
That he'd use me for my money, and then break my heart
But like a fool in love I fell for his game
But I got mine, so I show no shame
In Empire winked his eye, and then he kept walkin
And all of those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talkin
The roller disco where we all used to go
Just to have some fun back in 1981
You know the place, Empire Boulevard
Is where I first saw the nigga, and he tried to play hard
But I knew the deal, cause I knew his brother Jerry
And Sam, he just broke up with his girlfriend Terry
So Jerry introduced Sam and I that night
He said, "Hello, my name is Sam" I said, "Hi, my name is Lyte"
We dipped and we dapped and we chit and we chat
About this and that, from sneakers to hats
He said, "Look, I'm in the mood for love
Simply because you're near me"
(Let's go) To my house, lay back and get nice
Watch television, Reunite On Ice
I said, "Slow down, I know you wanna shake me down
But I'm not one of the girls to go rippin around"

(Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you)

[ VERSE 2 ]
Next month I finally went to his house
I walked into the door, there was a girl on the couch
I said, "Who's the frog, the bump on the log?
You chump, you punk, how could you do me wrong?
Singing sad songs about your love is so strong"
You said, "Wait Lyte, you're confused, the girl is my cousin"
Your brother agreed, but later she said that she wasn't

(Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand U)

[ VERSE 3 ]
Forgotten, next month we went to the Deuce
Well, I thought it kinda strange cause you had lots of juice
You knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody
Asked ya how you met em, said you met em at a party
Then these girls tried to tell me you were sellin the stuff
I said, "It's not your business, so shut the fuck up"
They said, "Okay Lyte, think what you wanna think
But it's gon' be some shit when your man becomes a -"
I said, "Look, to bust a move, I don't even know you
To put it Lyte, I really don't care to"
They kinda got mad and sort of offended
They said, "We only lookin out for yo best interest"
I said, "Thanks but no thanks" in an aggravated tone
"When I wanna find out, I find out on my own"

(Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand U)

[ VERSE 4 ]
Then my cousin said she saw you with this lady named C
Well I'm clawin my thoughts, I wonder who she could be
You're spending all your time with her and not a second with me
They say you spend your money on her and you're with her night and day
Her name starts with a C and it ends with a k
I strain my brain lookin for a name to fit this spellin
But I just couldn't do it cause my heart kept yellin
Burning, begging for affection from you, Sam
But just like a test I cram to understand you
Thought I knew you well enough to call you a man
But (Just like a test
Ju-just like a test
Ju-just like a test
I cram to understand you)

[ VERSE 5 ]
Then it came a time you started looking kinda thin
I asked you why, you said, "Exercise, tryina stay slim"
I bought it, even though I knew it was a lie
Cause it really didn't matter, you were still lookin fly
But oh no, oh no, you started askin me for money
Butter me up, beg me and call me your honey
So I gave you 2 yards, and then I gave you one more
You picked up your jacket and you flew out the door
You came back an hour later and you asked me for a 10
I said, "I only got a 20", you said, "Give me that, then"
I said, "Nope, I'll tell you now, you better stop slobbin
Find you a job, or you better start robbin"
So I stepped off with a giant step
Picked up my belongings, and I just left
And now I see you in Empire every Sunday
Juicin the girls up for some money and a lay
But every time I see you doin it, I just ruin it
Tell em how ya on crack, smoke, sniff, and chewin it
And as for this girl, Miss C, oh well
I was shocked as hell when I heard, Samuel
When your homeboys told me, I almost went wack
That the girl you was addicted to, her name was Crack
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Assaholic Anonymous (Interlude)A lot of men need to go to A.A
And not A.A. as in Alcoholics Anonymous
But A.A. as in Assaholics Anonymous
'Cause a lot of men are straight addicted to ass
These are the men that, no matter what
Can't see past a woman's butt
These are the men that will lose their jobs for ass
Drop out of school for ass
Diss their friends for ass
And even wreck their cars while looking at ass
Damn ass-drunk drivers
These are the men that are so addicted to ass
That they'll always make butt statements
Like "The woman's personality is wack, BUT she's got much backs"
Or "The woman's breath is kinda hummin', BUT she's got a plump ol' onion"
Taa-dow!
So much so that they for get about such things as
Personality, spirituality, compatibility, and metaphysicality
'Cause they're straight assaholics
And like I said, they need to take their butts to Assaholics Anonymous
And cure their dumb asses, BUTT...
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This Emcee (Interlude)My my my my my my ghetto...
My ghetto got pimps and pushers and big money makers
And shakers and fakers and all the crack makers
And they all live in a place that you and I call the hood
They be up to no good

My ghetto got beats and bootys and cars and ghetto stars
9x9 with steel bars
Pigs roll around leaving bruises and scars
Rolling the dutches and Philly cigars
Boom

[Chorus: MC Lyte & Milk Dee]
This emcee, she gets down
Float into hip hop all throughout the town
When I come through the door
Better let me in
Or I'll huff and puff and blow the sucker right in

They wanna tag me, bag me, put they nose in it
I suppose with it, they could get close to it
Most wanna hit it but won't admit it
'Cause if they got to it, they would roast in it
Wanna toast to it, go coast to coast in it
Boast about it, most will shout it
Post re-route it [?] others will doubt it
Ooh, holy cow, look I'm holy now
Profile with style
Meanwhile, I hold it down
Over by the Beacon
Folks, they be peeping out who be creeping
Seeking who be freaking
Often they be leaking
What they believe in
Thoughts are misleading, deceiving
Can't blame it on the rain or the champagne
Or the red white, can't blame it on the hard times
Blame it on the nookie
Awww, sookie sookie
Radio suckers never played me
In the mix now, loving me lately
Once again back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, MC cannibal

[Chorus]

You're on the good ship lollipop
It's a sweet trip to the candy shop
You're on the good ship lollipop
It's a sweet trip to the candy shop
You're on the good ship lollipop
It's a sweet trip to the candy shop
**************************************************
Another Dope IntroYo who is it?
	Yo Lyte it's Epic, you got time to chill?
Nah umm, sorry I ain't got no time to chill
But I got umm..

Skins, skins, every now and then
I meet a Peter with a pecker that tries to be in
Because my tongue is the mind of a ReadyWriter
Like Chuck D said, I'm a rhyme fighter
No there is no other, because I'm smooth like butter
Or should I say Parkay, butter - Parkay
Butter - Parkay, fuck it anyway
Yo, you get the rhythm (What the rhythm?) that I'm promotin
And if not, I say it in slow motion
L.... Y.... yeah.... T.... E....
Uhh!  ("There it is")
**************************************************
Lyte Tha MC Pt. 2Don't get it twisted, I'm still unlisted
And that Shyne from Bad Boy, I'm still bumpin' it
Yeah, me and my music, we's a custom fit
It's that noise you bring, I can't do nothing with it
When I ball through your hood it's like something hit
It's remarkable, never heard this flow before, uh
Like to keep it fresh, gotta keep it raw
Maad Phunk got beats and Lyte's got lyrics, uh
Can't you hear it, all go for the spirit
Ain't no maiden, they broke the mould when they made me
BK baby in navy looking shapely
They tried to follow but they can't copy me
And when they do it done, huns do it sloppily
I got joints for the street, joints for the club
Joints for radio, hits to rub it up
No one can do it like I do it when I broke through

You can't touch me, don't you see, Lyte as a rock
I'm the one you been tryna please, Lyte the MC nigga
Roll back you get swoll back, I'm tryna breathe, I am the Lyte now
For all you fake ass Lyte MC's, Lyte the MC, there's only one me baby

Don't get messed up
I just got back but you still gon' have to catch up
I make 'em fess up
I'm proud, when I walk up in the room I keep my chest up
I never lost, I never lose, I never will cause I'm ill
And know it, I got skills
You leave this here up to the pioneers
Fall back, play it rear, every year's my year, yeah
BK set it and I will have to debt it
If you challenge me, can't a nigga silence me
You too little, too late to try and rest, uh
We don't even really care what's on your wrist
Keep it to yourself
These heads barely got enough to buy your little CD off the shelf
What's the result, they go broke
While you screamin' bout ya 22's, gleamin' in your shiny boat
Say it if you're hot, we gon' see it if you're not

You can't touch me, don't you see, Lyte as a rock
I'm the one you been tryna please, Lyte the MC
Roll back you get swoll back, I'm tryna breathe, I am the Lyte now
For all you fake ass Lyte MC's, Lyte the MC, there's only one me baby

I lays tracks and leave behind the rookies
Outdance the majors, they thought they shook me
I'm hook be, hip-hop's my aphrodisiac
Never catch me in no sleazy act, I ain't a easy act
Spit hotness on tracks, all day I'm the cure
Spit fire, bring heat to ya floor
Bang lyrics till our chin be sore, my word is all I have
Nasty is the craft, dark flow the half
Gotta love it when we all come through because
You is me and I is you, listen
Reppin' for the hood, gotta give 'em a taste
Step them onto the stage, feel the embrace
Only here cause you let me, now you cool cause you met me
Here's the goods babe, don't forget me
Lytro, two feet, now bust a leak

You can't touch me, don't you see, Lyte as a rock
I'm the one you been tryna please, Lyte the MC nigga
Roll back you get swoll back, I'm tryna breathe, I am the Lyte now
For all you fake ass Lyte MC's, Lyte the MC, there's only one me baby
**************************************************
Jordan Effect[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
I like giving life to the mic boards
Like MJ give crack to back boys
Notice I'm focused
To perfection, I'm the closest
The best and you know this
Try not and I become the coldest
Giving dudes the cold shoulders
I'm like the water in my daughters
And they clear like roaches
When I step through they get treated and stepped to
Like my nephew and my nieces
You should hold on to them Jesus pieces
Like your life's dependent on it you should be offended
No one opposes and walks away with the winnings
Not when I got my black and white with the Crimson, high

[Hook: MC Lyte]
Y'all don't wanna mess with us
We can't be stopped, we can't be touched
No matter how hard they try, Jordan brand stay fly
Tell them haters bye bye

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
Listen, above and beyond, we on
We interlace like laces and it may sound basic, but we strong
We interlock like chains, that represent the pain
Hard work to sustain what we gain
We made to create, and others are made to hate
We overcome the dumb nonsense that awaits
Thou shall not forsake the game
I am to bring pain to those who misuse my name
A heavyweight moving at a steady pace
To say he's great, a huge understatement
Wait, man, Jordan effect is what you facing
The man, the shoe, the brand, it's amazing

[Hook]
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King of RockI knew a girl that couldn’t tell time without a digital clock
She was out on the block slinging rocks
In pursuits of the cream cheese papers
Smoked mad lace and she swung many capers
Trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
But before she made a twenty, ten cent got spent
She smokin’ but bad times got good
When she met an OG from the neighborhood
Now all is well, though her life is a living hell
She doesn’t know it, ‘cause her pockets don’t show it
Her nigga complies with all of her wishes
She feels like a queen but looks like a fiend
Know what I mean
She couldn’t get her lips off the pipe not yet
And it won’t last long, wanna make a bet

[Chorus:]
She smokin’ that rock, sellin’ that rock
Smokin’ and sniffin’ and sellin’ that rock
Smokin’ that rock
There is none higher, higher

I knew a nigga had a car and some weed
He figured this was the only way that he could succeed
He proceed to let the greed prevail
Not long ago he made his very first crack sale
Now he’s large and in charge
He got four, five, six, six, six cars in the garage
It doesn’t matter how he got it
Long as his keys stay heavy and his pockets stay knotted
Whath he didn’t know is he would meet a hoe
Who would smoke sun to sun
I call her verse one
She get that nigga for everything he got
‘Cause she snippin’ that and he’s sellin’ that

[Chorus]

He met her around the way
Smoothe as oil of Olay
He didn’t know what to say
Eventually they would lay
She wanted a hit and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no smack on the ass
I tried to tell her that the high won’t last
She wouldn’t listen, mind over matter
But her world was shattered
So the matter ruled over her mind
Every time she’s trippin’ ain’t a figure of speech
She be trippin’ every day of the week
Not only does he want in now he wants to be down
So he snippin’ blow too now
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Zodiac (The Deep Sign remix)Libra, Cancer Gemini, Pisces, what's your zodiac sign
Aries Aquarius, Taurus, Sagitarius, Leo, Virgo
Capricorn, Scorpio, when were you born, What's your sign

One zero the month of the year
I'm not a hero but I come when in despair
I float like the wind, the mighty air sign
When I use my mind its not hard to find
Those who would not like to see me fly
Rather step on my wings and watch me die
But that can never be I use my skills
Postitive, negative energy male and female
Emotions within me Leo, Aquarius compatibility
Also Gemini but I got four eyes for one set of twins
I look deep within
Often distracted by pretty little things
Like the wings of an angel or the song they may sing
Argumentative but I hate confrontation
Ruled by Venus and starked with hesitation
Procrastincator, never an instigator
You wanna riff homie I'll see you later
Sapphire, My type of jewel
I turn on one who thinls he knows me too well
Like the water barrier with the million dollar smile
Flowing like the Nile or the waters from the Panama canal
Pisces a fabulous catch
They remain detached
Yet to find a match
Don't lose your breath waiting to exhale, I shall prevail
Weighing souls on the scale
Follow me as we take this trip through astrology
The galaxy from Pluto to Mercury
What ya gonna do when the planets line up
Your time is up and your city blows up
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear none
I'm at one with the sun till I'm done
Astrologically speaking on the track
Dropping solar facts about the zodiac
The sun and the mooon and the stars
Make up the universe Earth is not far from the planet Mars
Virgo the virgin running from the twins
Stung by the Scorpio running through the Lions den
Ram with legs of a crab
With the half man half horse waiting in the past
Of course if you check the math its all symbolical
Horoscopes are purely logic

Libra, Cancer Gemini, Pisces, what's your zodiac sign
Aries Aquarius, Taurus, Sagitarius, Leo, Virgo
Capricorn, Scorpio, when were you born, What's your sign
**************************************************
Intro 2[KRS-One]
Turn it up
Turn it up yo
Turn it up
This is it
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Two Seater[Chorus]
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm startin' out early on a Saturday night
It's six, my gear is fixed and I'm feelin' alright
My profile from my Z as pretty as can be
Get out your shit and come ride with me, yeah
What's up, baby? You headed my way?
I'm off to the Westside to hit the highway
So park your Jeep hеre and get in my ride
You'll bе well taken care of once you're inside
I got automatic locks, newly installed shocks
To care of the bumps as we ease over the rocks
I got the what, huh, the boomin' sound system
To take you in your ears to another dimension
As I listen, to whatever you got to speak
I'm pumpin' you over smoothed out beats
Now rock the boat, sugar, but don't you tip it over
I used to get busy in the back of my mom's Nova
But now it's all about you
Still, you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater

[Chorus]
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what, say what, say what)
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what, say what, say what)
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what, say what, say what)

[Verse 2]
They all know that I'm scorchin' hot
I'm too much as I rock your knot, they try to keep in touch
But I keep 'em at a distance
I know their resistance is low 'cause I got the stuff that's good to go
You could come see me and observe
How I kick a hors d'oeuvre, first come, first served
(Come watch me now)
In the twilight, I hit the highlight to read the captions
To exactly who I'm waxin'
I kick it all the way to fifth before I downshift
Four, three, two, one, as I cap my gift (Blast off)
I'm ready for the type of action that can only happen
In my ride while I'm rappin'
I'm ready to get it on and do the do
Still you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater (Hit it)

[Chorus]
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what, say what, say what)
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what, say what, say what)
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater

[Verse 3]
Now, ridin' down the ave, it's about that time (Time)
Rain and grime, my shit still shine (Shine)
I got what you call an itching for a scratch
Ready to reattach then lock my latch
I got my shades down low as a listen to the beat flow
Yeah, and I let down my window
I got a blackberry tree hanging from my rearview
Baby, put there to tempt you (Yeah, baby)
When in L.A., I hit the 110 in my friend's Benz
'Cause the ride never ends
But right now, I'm chillin' in the East
Where the only harbor is beauty running from the beast
As I dip dive, down the I-95
Hit Phatlanta, do you wanna take a ride? (Ride, ride)
I'm fixin' to get wit' you
But there's only room for two, gotta leave behind the crew (True dat)
Looking good, your eyes twinkle like a star
Have to say it, you remind me of my car as I play it
Mary J. CD, singin' I wanna be happy, but not with K-Ci
I need a man that don't mind ridin' shotgun
Let me control this, it could be fun
You keep it real, I'll let you touch my steering wheel
Still you can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Hit it, baby)

[Chorus]
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what, say what)
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what)
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater
(Say what, say what, say what)
If you wanna ride good life, baby
You can't smoke the weed-a in my two seater

[Outro]
Bentley, droptop, ridin' good life, baby
In the two seater
You can't smoke in the two seater
Yeah, ridin' good life, ha
I know you jealous, ha
Ha, I know you wish you had this, ah, yeah
Ridin' good life, yeah, ridin'
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Intro 1[KRS-One]
Yo what up
Its the blast master KRS-One
And I'm chilling in Brooklyn
Now we come down right now to let you know
That MC Lyte is not to be fucked with
This album will bring nothing but the lyrical terrorism and hardcore beats
So come down MC Lyte
Because you alone run the dancehall (?)
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Radio’s Nightmare (Interlude)With a uh-uh here
A uh-uh there
Here a huh, there a huh
Everywhere a uh-uh
MC Lyte, she had a jam
Sam I am, I cram to understand
Now how many licks
Does it take for you to get
From the center of my clit
To the tops of my tits
Aww, shit
Did I see spit?
Can't forget
Easy to get with
Now lickety my [?]
Let's make it fit like a ball in a mitt
It's hot
Now drop it to the bottom of the pit
Like the bottom of the pot
Is filled with some thick shit
But what's you hit it
It's too legit to quit
Let's seek out the loser from the winner
Though the winner doesn't always
Have to start as a beginner
[?] I am humpin and bumpin and [?]
All over the jam
You're everything that I thought you were and more
Now watch it swing three inches from the floor
You're the bomb I know, baby, like a monstar
But I can't get your feet out the back of my [?]
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Ice Cream Dream (Remix)[Intro: Jermaine Dupri & MC Lyte]
Check it
("I am the Lyte")
I got a remix for ya
("I am the Lyte")
Yeah, I got a remix for ya
(My ice cream dream, mhm)
("I am the Lyte")
I got a remix for ya
("I am the Lyte")
(Yeah, my ice cream dream)
("I am the Lyte")
I got a remix for ya
(Just the way I like it)
Check it

[Chorus: Lisa Keith]
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting
Ice cream dream

[Post-Chorus: Sample]
Clap your hands, everybody, come on
Clap your hands, clap your hands

[Verse 1: MC Lyte]
Sweet dreams, from this don't wake me
You couldn't even if you tried to shake me
What do ya want ‘cause I’m in a deep sleep
No nightmare here, dear, I’m talking chocolate treat
Slick and slippery, thick it’s gotta be
It’s mandatory that I make him a part of me
I'll make the dream last ‘cause it seems
I can only have him, in my ice cream dream

[Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)]
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting (My ice cream dream)
Ice cream dream (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Jermaine Dupri & Sample]
Clap your hands, everybody, come on
Here we go
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Check it out

[Verse 2: MC Lyte]
Sweet as candy, a physique for show
I'ma let him know we can go toe for toe
Hip to hip, lip to lip, and then lock it
Big fat feet means big fat pockets
Trick or treat, tasty like pastry
Hmm, I wonder has he had any lately
Ready to hit it if you know what I mean
'Cause homie seems to be like an ice cream dream

[Chorus: Lisa Keith, MC Lyte, Jermaine Dupri]
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a... (So so funky)
Ice cream dream (Yeah)
Take a scoop, it's so tasty (Can you taste it, baby?)
Don't keep me waiting (Goody, goody)
Ice cream dream (Mhm)

[Post-Chorus: Jermaine Dupri & Sample]
Clap your hands, everybody, come on
Yeah
Clap your hands, clap your hands

[Verse 3: MC Lyte]
Dark, handsome, six feet tall
31 flavors, I believe he's got 'em all
Slippin' and slidin' and oozin' down the cone
Hope he doesn't melt before I get him home
Drip drop, come on, feed me, Seymour
Take some now, I know later there'll be more
We got the best, it seems you're the king
You’re the man in the picture of my ice cream dream

[Chorus: Lisa Keith, MC Lyte, Jermaine Dupri]
(I got a remix for ya)
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
(I got a remix for ya) (Mmm)
Ice cream dream (My ice cream dream)
(I got a remix for ya)
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
(Goody goody, goody goody)
Don't keep me waiting
(I got a remix for ya)
Ice cream dream (Uh)
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
(You're the man, in the picture, of my ice cream dream)
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting (Goody goody)
Ice cream dream

[Interlude: MC Lyte & Jermaine Dupri]
Goody goody
Ha, here's a cone, take a lick
Yeah
("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh
("I am the Lyte") Ya know
("I am the Lyte") Goody goody
("I am the Lyte") Here's a cone, take a lick (Yeah)
("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh
("I am the Lyte") Yeah
("I am the Lyte") Uh-huh
Yeah (Mmm)

[Verse 4: MC Lyte]
Smooth and rich, he's looking real nice
Cool as ice, but then again, not quite
This kind of honey is the type I like looking at
He could scoop me up twice 'cause he's all that
So I'ma ease up, no time to waste
Forget the chase, I’m prepared to get a taste
Licky here, licky there 'cause I like it
Too much to eat so I guess I'll...bite it

[Chorus: Lisa Keith]
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
Dreams of you, me in a...
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
Don't keep me waiting
Ice cream dream

[Interlude: (Lisa Keith), Jermaine Dupri, MC Lyte]
(Ice cream) Lyte
(Dream) So So Def, in effect
(Ice cream) Yeah, he's my ice cream dream
(Dream) Uh (Yeah) Woo

[Chorus: Lisa Keith & (MC Lyte)]
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
(He's my ice cream dream)
Dreams of you, me in a...
Ice cream dream
(Yeah, my ice cream dream)
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
(Just the way I like it)
Don't keep me waiting
(Uh-huh)
Ice cream dream
Smooth and rich, it's so true of us
(Mmm, goody goody, goody goody)
Dreams of you, me in a...
Ice cream dream
Take a scoop, it's so tasty
(My ice cream dream, uh-huh)
Don't keep me waiting
Ice cream dream
**************************************************
Mickey Slipper (interlude)[lyte] ready?
[guy] no
[lyte] oh!
[lyte] *whistling scrappy doo* puppy, power!
[lyte] *beatboxing like a pro*
[guy] okay, hello!
[lyte] watch your drin.. what? watch your drink!
No no.. I think I'm too late, am I too late?

Hit it!
I'm coolin in the sun, on a beach in the cabana
Sippin on some vodka in a glass with tropicana
I'm chillin and I'm chompin on a turkey shish-ka-bob
Too far from work to hear the phone ring at the job
Men in bikinis, g-strings should I say
Waitin for the daddy-long-one to come my way

Here he comes now, I feel I start to sweat
Blunder but I wonder just how wet will I get
He offers me his hand, of course you know I take it
Until he tells me that he wants to swim a little naked
My eyes are bulgin, I black out, damn it's black as tar
Woke up I don't know when, sittin at the bar
I know it's hard to follow, the story's kinda tricky
What I didn't know was somebody slipped a mickey
Into my drink, which caused a fantasy
And somehow slapped me back into reality!
Wish I had another mickey I'd go back for a quickie
Find the daddy-long-one that was surely tryin to get me
This just goes to show, you must stop and think
When you're out partyin, never leave your drink..
Word!
**************************************************
Everyday (Smoothed Over remix)Hook:
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday

Off the top see me and want to serve
Just thinkin about what they need
Ain't that some nerve, now look here 24 hours and
7 whole days, I demand my respect
I demand my praise, everyday that I wake
I gotta have everything done with no mistakes
I take it incredibly slow don't try to rush me
No means no, I never said a no that meant yes
Other women get taken for granted
I guess I got a wish list that must be fulfilled
And you gets none until I get my toes sucked
And my eyebrows pluked
I need my car waxed and floor shellac
I need my back rubbed and da bubbled in the tub
That float to the bed so that we can make love

Hook:
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday

It ain't to ask for when
I come off tour to have my truck washed
Or my body massaged, all the bills paid I send home
All my dough and you being my man it just ain't for show
All the lovey dovey yeah that is sweet
But honey bunny yeah gotta earn your keep

But don't sleep cause I need a lot done

And cold harded yeah check out whatever is clever
And get to stepping if you know somthing better
If not then respect whatcha got
Meanwhile I got a new tide at the lot
Pick it up and bring it back to the spot
This is how we do it this is how we do it everyday
I need it done in a special way baby, tell them how it goes

Hook:
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday

On the real I need an man that understands me and
Realizes the reality. I'm in the m.c. industry which
Means I want to live lovely I gotta make money
Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got
If it's too hot then raise up out my spot
If it's my trade I made up the black ace of spade
Alone in the world it's me ya can't fade
It's my life, I do it my way
You don't like my way, hit the highway
See I'm special not because I'm mc lyte, but because
I'm a women with the gift to bear life, it's done
Yes I've rested my case now run pick up my dermalogica
For my face this is how it goes down everyday
I need it done in a special way baby

Hook:
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday
Every day I need my shit done in a special way everyday
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One on One (Master Tee remix)Yeah! Uh! Uh yeah! Wooh!
Smooth, better than I've ever seen him
As I flip the Vibe Book
He's on the front page
Never Looking his age
He's all that and I'm all in
So let the games begin
Now I'ma give ya something
So you could get in to it
I got the side view so
I could watch it
You've been on my mind
But your're so hard to find
Hollywood's got a hold on
That behind
I ain't ashamed to play the game
Listen here I won't say no names
Put your ass out
Make your woman put your ass out
If you Knew that I was talking to you
You would pass out cause
I gave you bo type of indication and
If I did I was probably on the some medication
I got the hots for you
Daddy and I just begun
Lets do this- one on one

Chorus:
One (8X)
I wanna play that game
One (8X)
Just you and me baby one on one
Half way acroos the world
I seen you at my show
Wit your girl
Back in italy but you
Are still into me
Causeif you are-
I'm here to let ya know
You don't have to be a superstar
For me and you to go far
Now I ain't never lied
You got the body of an angel
Bango, bango
Watch the bojangle from every angle
I'm clocking you honey
We could sign a prenup
I got my own money
I just wanna get to know you
A little better in the lyte
After dark
On the DL
Whatever
I wanna feel your muscle flex off your backbone
I got the jones and I can't leave you alone
I wanna rub your deltoid down to your bi-cep
Better late than never
And I'm sorry I slept but now I'm
Well awake and I'm ready for the fun
Let's do this- one on one
Chorus
Damn- the only brother make me look twice
Believe that baby
I wanna sacrifice
I'm on it- you couldn't shake me off
If you tried
No sleeping on the job and
I'm wide-eyed
I like the video you got out
The song is butter
Try to keep a clean head and my mind
Out the gutter
But it's hard- you bring out the best and the worst
If you way back when I
Would've let you hit it first
Love, its like water on the brain
Only you can tame this run away train
Last time I seen ya- geam in your eye
You was looking fly with your girl
By your side
Shit, I ain't trying take her place
I just wanna have your face
All up in my space
I got the hots for ya and I just begun
You and me baby- one on one
Chorus
Ha! Yeah!
Just you baby and me
One on one
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Druglord Superstar (MILK. remix)Got a new gig, here you come again kid
Fresh out the dog, done did your bid
But you can't stay here no more
Not in this crib
Not with the foul way that you used to live
I remember you would take long trips on the first of the month
Not giving a f**k about what I want
Break -- uhh! Breathe lyte! Breathe!
The day that you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed
Cause of your f**king death wish
Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherf**ka like you just didn't care
Got my shit shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends
Years ago when you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean
It was you and your boy Dunn, making them suicide runs
But it was all in fun till Dunn tried to run with half of your cut
Now your boss is looking at you saying "What the f**k is up?"
What's up? But you say, "F**k him" you could start your own ring and things
Besides you get a lot of peeps to swing
Now you got eight men working 7 days a week
2 be the runners, 5 on the street
1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun thinking he the man
They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord superstar
You got a new crib, new truck, new car
Trying to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars
But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, your man got shot
And they blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick
Your boy got caught in St. Martin with a brick, now he's exile
You down to 6 motherf**kas and 3 of them motherf**kas is nothing but suckas
I got feds at my door wanna know do I know a black
Now I ain't never called ya no shit like that, I'm fed up
I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the next nigga knocking at my door
I heard you're on the run now, D is in the penile
Ratted your ass out and gave that what, when and how
They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord superstar
They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and you must
Be soft
Heard they shot up your car and ransacked your loft, now you need a get away
A place to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside
You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have been nodding when
They said
"Crime don't pay"
I got a new gig, here you come again kid, fresh out the dog
Done did your bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib
Not with the foul way that you choose to live
Motherf**ka -- you know what/
Just, just take your shit all right! Just take it!
Cause I'm sick of this shit - I can't take it no more
Just take it, I don't know who the f**k you think you are
Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you
I don't -- I'm thru with you motherf**ka
Just get out! You put me thru too much heartache
Too much shit
I had to go thru -- I can't do it no more