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Lyrics for 'Slave 2 The Rhythm' by 'Mc Lyte'
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 )
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