Lyte Mc Kamikaze Lyrics

Kamikaze Lyrics

Outside of me  you try to picture me  

 Young and black  that ain't no mystery  

 But inside runs deep like an ocean  

 You couldn't 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 shit'll hit  

 Don't we have any morals anymore?  

 Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin door?  

 Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it  

 I'ma take it, change it, FUCK 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 fuckin 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  

 Lyte'll 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 ain't said nuttin slick, I'm goin kamikaze  

  

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 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 fuckin 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 gets 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 FUCK?? Bring your posse!  

 Cause in the 90's, Lyte is goin kamikaze  

  

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 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 wants to rap, what's this a wagon?  

 Bring your band and hop and start draggin  

 All you rappers, you're fuckin 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 ain't sayin shit!  

 So why you where you at? I think you oughta quit  

 Posses don't MATTER in the 90's  

 Here's a warning -- Lyte is goin kamikaze