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)