Lyte Mc 10 Percent Dis Lyrics

10 Percent Dis Lyrics

11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)  

  

 *MC Lyte's voice gradually fades in*  

  

 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 can't win  

 You stole the beat  are you havin fun?  

 Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done  

 You are what I label as a  nerver plucker  

 You're 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 code's three-six, the name is Lyte  

 After this jam, I really don't give a damn  

 Cause I'ma run and tell your whole damn clan  

 that you're a  

  

 "Beat biter! Dope style taker!  

 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"  

 (repeat 2X)  

  

 Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?  

 Milk's 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, don't 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 ain't nuttin but a faker!"  

 (repeat 2X)  

  

 Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic  

 You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike  

 Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition  

 Don't turn away, I think you should listen close  

 Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin  

 You fuckin liar, you're chasin a chuckwagon  

 The only way you learn you have to be taught  

 that if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought  

 When you leave the mic, you claim it's 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 don't sleep  

  

 "Beat biter! Dope style taker!  

 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!"  

 (repeat 2X)  

  

 When I'm 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 I'm not tryin to say that I'm into static  

 But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it  

 Cause I ain't 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 you'll be ignored, and at the same time, I'll 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 I'm sayin  

 Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin  

 So SIT BACK Jack, and listen to this  

 It's 10% Dis..  

 cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist  

 against your lips!  

 But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach  

 and I'ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!  

 Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble  

 Your skin just crumble, a battle's 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 you're 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 it's definitely crooked!  

 Others write your rhymes, while I write my own  

 I don't create a character, when I'm 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 don't believe me, then you'll have to learn  

 This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get  

 And matter of fact, you ain't 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 don't wanna come in the 90's and see me at a jam  

 when a, mic is handy, ten feet away  

 I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnetic  

 Set assure, you know I don't 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 ain't nuttin but a faker!"  

 (repeat 2X