Outside of me you try to picture me

Young and black that aint no mystery

But inside runs deep like an ocean

You couldnt understand if I spoke in slow motion

I'm tryin' like hell to get some results

But you can bet your ass that it's difficult

They try to keep it down because I talk to a beat

In other words because I try to teach

But if I talk that yang yang shit

Like u can't touch this that shitll hit

Don't we have any morals anymore

Or did rap take the toll out the f**kin' door

Well if it did hardcores back to claim it

Ima take it change it f**k it rename it

I got the plan now let's make it effective

You hip hoppers you got to be selective

And stop lettin' that bullshit slide for rap

Can't you see that it's a brainwash trap

I rap a cha cha cha and I sat and watched

You liked that shit

You rock around the f**kin' clock

But when I talk of education you fear that

Drugs and such you Don't wanna hear that

First I pleased you now I teach you

Don't you dare try to bite the hand that'll lead you

To the pot of gold over the rainbow

Lytell guide you I know the way to go

So just close your eyes and just take my hand

Remember mc lyte has the master plan

We can go thick in a posse

You aint said nuttin slick I'm goin' kamikaze

Inside of me you try to picture me

Can you detect can you see I'm angry

Well usually lyte Don't get upset

But when I see wack shit gettin' pressed I get vexed

Turn on the video what's this mess

A disgrace to rap and I'm not impressed

So just leave get out my domain

You lame sucker you f**kin' no name

Takin' up my airtime with that

Weak whack full of full of bullshit rhyme

So step off roach or get stepped upon

Because my rhymes they spray like d con 4

Do you want more

Cause I floor any emcee

That wanna get's with me

So yo pack your bags and skedaddle

Just walk cause you Don't wanna battle

I got the button that'll get rid of wack emcees

It's called the brooklynizer

Have you beggin' on your knees

So quit takin' up space on the cd rack

You better prepare cause lyte gives no slack

Inside of me dwells a hundred maniacs

Waitin' for the kickoff waitin' for attack

Who gives a f**k bring your posse

Cause in the 90s lyte is goin' kamikaze

Inside there's no flipside

Outside there's more than meets the eye

So now you know not because you're guessin

But because I told you so I never fess

Everyone want's to rap what's this a wagon

Bring your band and hop and start draggin

All you rappers you're f**kin' impersonators

Sayin I'll rap now and learn how to rap later

No time for that time is too short

And the rappin' gift it can not be bought

A solo artist hah you can't be

Maybe you'll look better with a posse

But all that you're talkin' you aint sayin shit

So why you where you at I think you oughta quit

Posses Don't matter in the 90s

Heres a warning lyte is goin' kamikaze