And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockin
Listen, hoe, cause Im the lyte one
And if youre lookin for a fight, you found the right one
(they call me lyte)
(and Im a slave to the rhythm)
(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
[ verse 1 ]
Im not a procrastinator, or a instigator
But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, Im 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
Im 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 dont take none
Try your luck and well see who will get done
I mean immediately, like quick fast
Dont turn your back, cause this micll be in your ass
And dont 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 lytes the fuckin a/k/a doe
The capital l, the y to the e
Shit, give me room and Ill slay an mc
Whether its 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 dont have the gift
To rip a style, fast or slow
(why, lyte? ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow
Dont get mad, its just a talent I was given
What Im sayin, Im a slave to the rhythm
[ verse 2 ]
Bein that Im 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, Ill chill and Ill come to my senses
But next time you diss, think of the consequences
Yo, I am no joke, Im sharp like barbwire
Try to touch me, yo, youre bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, youre lost
I be forced to show and prove exactly whos the boss
Who gets the income - and then some
I dont diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun
Dont get mad, its just a talent I was given
What Im sayin, Im 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, Im off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creation
Im 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 Im foul, and they dont like the way Im livin
But yo, ask me if I care...
Im just a slave, Im just a slave, Im just a slave
To the goddamn rhythm
(they call me lyte)
(and Im a slave to the rhythm)
(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
gangstress, dont make me laugh
Ha-ha-ha
And keep your eyes on this
And keep your eyes on this
(they call me lyte)
(and Im a slave to the rhythm)
(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
[ slave 2 the rhythm disses antoinette ]