Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Mc LyteНазвание : 10% DisДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop female vocalists old school Видео:
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*MC Lyte`s voice gradually fades in* Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn Hot damn! Hot damn hoe, here we go again Suckers steal a beat, when you know they can`t win You stole the beat, are you havin fun? Now me and the Aud`s gonna show you how it`s done You are what I label as a, nerver plucker You`re pluckin my nerves, you MC sucka I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn That I am like a stop, and my word is Bond like James, killin everybody in sight The code`s three-six, the name is Lyte After this jam, I really don`t give a damn Cause I`ma run and tell your whole damn clan that you`re a "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain`t nuttin but a faker!" (repeat 2X) Hit me why don`tcha, hit me why don`tcha? Milk`s bodyguard, is my bodyguard too You wanna get hurt, well this is what you do You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next Follow instructions, don`t lose the context Thirty days a month your mood is rude We know the cause of your bloody attitude "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain`t nuttin but a faker!" (repeat 2X) Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike Here`s a Milkbone, a sign of recognition Don`t turn away, I think you should listen close Don`t boast, you said you wasn`t braggin You fuckin liar, you`re chasin a chuckwagon The only way you learn you have to be taught that if a beat is not for sale, then it can`t be bought When you leave the mic, you claim it`s smokin Unlike Rakim, you are a Joke and I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don`t sleep "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain`t nuttin but a faker!" (repeat 2X) When I`m in a jam, with my homegirl Jill My cousin Trey across the room with a posse to kill So I step in the middle, shake it just a little Wait for some female to step up and pop junk Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk Now I`m not tryin to say that I`m into static But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it Cause I ain`t goin out like a sucker no way So I sit around the way for you to make my day We can go for the hands, better yet for the words Cause you`ll be ignored, and at the same time, I`ll be heard throughout the city, the town and the country The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky There is no delayin in the rhyme I`m sayin Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin So SIT BACK Jack, and listen to this It`s 10% Dis.. cause I`m just about ready to fly this fist against your lips! But I`ll wait for the day or night that you approach and I`ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast! Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble Your skin just crumble, a battle`s no trouble Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get stupid This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is rulin it I hate to laugh in your face, but you`re funny Your beat, your rhymin, your timin, all crummy On the topic of rappin, I should write a pamphlet Better yet a booklet.. Your rap is weak homegirl and it`s definitely crooked! Others write your rhymes, while I write my own I don`t create a character, when I`m on the microphone I am myself, no games to be played No script to be written, no scene to be made I am the director, as far as you are concerned You don`t believe me, then you`ll have to learn This ain`t as hard as MC Lyte can get And matter of fact, you ain`t seen nothin yet! So never let me step into a party hardy Talk to some people and then hear from somebody `You wanna battle?` cause you know where I am You don`t wanna come in the 90`s and see me at a jam when a, mic is handy, ten feet away I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnetic Set assure, you know I don`t play When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain`t nuttin but a faker!" (repeat 2X) | Похожие исполнители:
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