MC Lyte - Break it down
Tekst :
(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 Tupac 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...)
MC Lyte - Hard copy
Tekst :
Step 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
MC Lyte - Slave 2 the rhythm
Tekst :
Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin?
And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockin
Listen, hoe, cause I m the Lyte one
And if you re lookin for a fight, you found the right one
(They call me Lyte)
(And I m a slave to the rhythm)
(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
[ 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 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 commodation
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)
[ Slave 2 The Rhythm disses Antoinette ]
