Текст песни Mc Lyte - Slave 2 the Rhythm, слова песни Mc Lyte

Текст песни Mc Lyte - Slave 2 the Rhythm

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Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin?And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockinListen, hoe, cause I`m the Lyte oneAnd 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 instigatorBut when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, I`m the creatorI never look for trouble, but somehow it finds meBut yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind meThe L-y-t-e, very outspokenAnd when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokinI`m MC Lyte, comin live and directI never lose a battle, cause I always come correctIn any case I win, again and againYou see Lyte is at the top till the very endAnd even though I may be short, believe, I don`t take noneTry your luck and we`ll see who will get doneI mean immediately, like quick fastDon`t turn your back, cause this mic`ll be in your assAnd don`t take what I say too lightlyI beat you, defeat you so quietlySneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornadoCause in the rap field Lyte`s the fuckin a/k/a doeThe capital L, the y to the eShit, give me room and I`ll slay an MCWhether it`s in a crowd, or on the sneak tipI wax you and your posse watch you trip and flipAs you drop the mic, cause you don`t have the giftTo rip a style, fast or slow(Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it, sniffin up blowDon`t get mad, it`s just a talent I was givenWhat I`m sayin, I`m a slave to the rhythm[ VERSE 2 ] Bein that I`m dissin, I was reminiscinYou was at my show, yo, you was on a mission(Yo, what you tellin me, Lyte?) she was ass-kissinNo 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 sensesBut next time you diss, think of the consequencesYo, I am no joke, I`m sharp like barbwireTry to touch me, yo, you`re bound to catch a fireI never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you`re lostI be forced to show and prove exactly who`s the bossWho gets the income - and then someI don`t diss you for the money, I diss you for the funDon`t get mad, it`s just a talent I was givenWhat I`m sayin, I`m a slave to the rhythm[ VERSE 3 ]It took a whole album for you to try and diss meAnd ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still missed meBut yo, I`m off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creationI`m into other things that bring me commodationSo I rap about funny things, or issues that are seriousSometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curiousAnd other times I diss to put one in their placeIf I diss you on wax, then I will diss you to your faceSome say I`m foul, and they don`t like the way I`m livinBut 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 laughHa-ha-haAnd keep your eyes on thisAnd 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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