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MC Lyte - 10% Dis lyrics
(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro) *MC Lyte's voice gradually fades in* Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn Hot damn! Hot damn hoe, here we go again Suckers steal a beat, when you know they can't win You stole the beat, are you havin fun? Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done You are what I label as a, nerver plucker You're pluckin my nerves, you MC sucka I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn That I am like a stop, and my word is Bond like James, killin everybody in sight The code's three-six, the name is Lyte After this jam, I really don't give a damn Cause I'ma run and tell your whole damn clan that you're a ""Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"" (repeat 2X) Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha? Milk's bodyguard, is my bodyguard too You wanna get hurt, well this is what you do You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next Follow instructions, don't lose the context Thirty days a month your mood is rude We know the cause of your bloody attitude ""Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"" (repeat 2X) Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition Don't turn away, I think you should listen close Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin You fuckin liar, you're chasin a chuckwagon The only way you learn you have to be taught that if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought When you leave the mic, you claim it's smokin Unlike Rakim, you are a Joke and I think you oug |
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