Текст (слова) песни: Mc Lyte - 10% Dis

(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)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Mc Lyte - 10% Dis (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) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни 10% Dis: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/12289.html Все тексты песен: Mc Lyte » Mc Lyte - One On One » Mc Lyte - Lola from the Copa » Mc Lyte - Poor Georgie » Mc Lyte - Kickin 4 Brooklyn » Mc Lyte - Closer » Mc Lyte - God Said Lyte » Mc Lyte - Another Dope Intro » Mc Lyte - Cold Rock a Party (Remix) » Mc Lyte - Shut the Eff Up! 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