Hot damn hot damn hot damn hot damn
Hot damn hot damn hoe here we go again
Suckers steal a beat when you know they cant win
You stole the beat are you havin' fun
Now me and the Auds gonna show you how its done
You are what I label as a nerver plucker
Youre pluckin' my nerves you MC sucka
I thought I oughta tell you better yet warn
That I am like a stop and my word is Bond
Like James killin' everybody in sight
The codes three-six the name is Lyte
After this jam I really dont give a damn
'Cause Ima run and tell your whole damn clan that youre a
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
Milks bodyguard is my bodyguard too
You wanna get hurt well this is what you do
You put your left foot up and then your right foot next
Follow instructions dont lose the context
Thirty days a month your mood is rude
We know the cause of your bloody attitude
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
Your style is smooth even for a cheatin' mic
You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike
Heres a milkbone a sign of recognition
Dont turn away I think you should listen close
Dont boast you said you wasnt braggin'
You f**kin' liar youre chasin' a chuckwagon
The only way you learn you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale then it cant be bought
When you leave the mic you claim its smokin'
Unlike Rakim you are a joke
And I think you oughta stop before you gets in too deep
'Cause with a sister like Lyte yo I dont sleep
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
When Im in a jam with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room with a posse to kill
So I step in the middle shake it just a little
Wait for some female to step up and pop junk
Give my cousin a cue treat the girl like a punk
Now Im not tryin' to say that Im into static
But yo if you cause it yup we gotta have it
'Cause I aint goin out like a sucker no way
So I sit around the way for you to make my day
We can go for the hands better yet for the words
'Cause youll be ignored and at the same time Ill be heard
Throughout the city the town and the country
The beat is funky my rhyme is spunky
There is no delayin in the rhyme Im sayin'
Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin'
So sit back Jack and listen to this its 10% dis
'Cause Im just about ready to fly this fist against your lips
But Ill wait for the day or night that you approach
And Ima serve then burn ya like a piece of toast
Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble a battles no trouble
Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get stupid
This thing called hip-hop Lyte is rulin' it
I hate to laugh in your face but youre funny
Your beat your rhymin' your timin' all crummy
On the topic of rappin' I should write a pamphlet better yet a booklet
Your rap is weak homegirl and its definitely crooked
Others write your rhymes while I write my own
I dont create a character when Im on the microphone
I am myself no games to be played
No script to be written no scene to be made
I am the director as far as you are concerned
You dont believe me then youll have to learn
This aint as hard as MC Lyte can get
And matter of fact you aint seen nothin' yet
So never let me step into a party hardy
Talk to some people and then hear from somebody
You wanna battle Cause you know where I am
You dont wanna come in the 90s and see me at a jam
When a mic is handy ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic head like a magnet
Set assure you know I dont play
When it comes down to it the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter dope style taker
Tell you to your face you aint nuttin' but a faker
