(I think its time I start feeling bitchy
Ive been too nice too long
Yup, its definitely time I get nasty) --> millie jackson
(gon be some shit)
(hot damn, hoe)
(gon be some shit)
(hot damn, hoe)
(gon be some shit)
(hot) (damn) (hoe)
(hot damn, hoe)
(gon be some shit)
(hot damn)
[ verse 1 ]
Before this jam starts Im 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 doesnt matter, when youre dissed, youre dissed
The partys not over, its just beginning
Because lyte is winning (what are you winning? )
Any battle in any competition
the gangstress? ha, youre on a wack journey
(hoe) headed for nowhere, with time to spare
So ima kick this rhyme right now and right here
Id tell your name, but that would give you fame
And I aint out to give you what you dont have
So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh
I could diss, call you names and make fun of you
(hoe) but me the lyte, Im 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) lytell start the debate
[ chorus ]
(hot damn, hoe)
(shut the fuck up)
(hot damn, hoe)
(shut the fuck up)
(hot damn, hoe)
(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, arent we wild?
You get around like a cab, now thats too bad
Everyone has been in you, isnt that sad?
Bodily vibrations? dont make me laugh
Weight watchers is waiting, heres a free pass
You aint gettin loose, you fuckin jerk
And you aint gettin paid, youre 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 take shit till you write your own rhymes
[ chorus ]
[ verse 3 ]
Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon
Dont 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 isnt 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 youre large
Step aside, lyte thee mc is in charge
Dont sleep on me, Im far, far, far from dumb
So roll correctly if you decide to come
Mc sucker, this is what you waited for
Im sick of the battle, lets 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 dont have any
But when it comes to rhymes, Ive 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 mcs
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 dont mind, Ive got someone to pick on
Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
You aint really down, you wig-wearin clown
Burrowin money to buy an outfit
Not even good enough for a sunday picnic
I ask you: do you know who youre fuckin with?
With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
Im mc lyte a/k/a mc payback
Payback is a bitch, and Im 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 lights out?
Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about?
Let me say next time that you feel pissed
I suggest that you dont try to diss
[ chorus ]
[ verse 5 ]
You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get evil
The things that Im capable of are unbelievable
In 10% I popped your head in a microwave
Im into blenders now, so you better behave
Or put you in a toaster, because youre gettin toasted
Better yet an oven, because youre gettin roasted
Dont listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you
You aint dope, you cant cope, they musta dooked you
You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack)
Sent you on a mission, and now youre comin back
But let me school ya, lyte is runnin this show
So yo, hoe, 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 no ones have to battle
Slime
