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  • 作词 : MC Lyte
    作曲 : 45 King
    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 T
    EACH But if
    I talk that yang-yang **** like "U Can't Touch This," that ****'ll hit
    Don't we have any morals anymore?
    Or did rap take the toll out the ****** door?
    Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it
    I'ma take it, change it,
    **** 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
    ******** 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 ****, you rock around the ****** 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 M
    C Lyte has the master plan
    We can go
    THICK, in a posse
    You ain't said nuttin slick,
    I'm goin kamikaze ..
    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 **** gettin pressed
    I get VEXE
    D 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 ****** no-name
    Takin up my airtime, with that
    WEAK WHACK
    FULL OF FU
    LL OF BULL
    **** 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
    ****?? Bring your posse!
    Cause in the 90's,
    Lyte is goin kamikaze ..
    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 ****** 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 ****!
    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!
  • 作词 : MC Lyte
    作曲 : 45 King
    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 T
    EACH But if
    I talk that yang-yang **** like "U Can't Touch This," that ****'ll hit
    Don't we have any morals anymore?
    Or did rap take the toll out the ****** door?
    Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it
    I'ma take it, change it,
    **** 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
    ******** 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 ****, you rock around the ****** 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 M
    C Lyte has the master plan
    We can go
    THICK, in a posse
    You ain't said nuttin slick,
    I'm goin kamikaze ..
    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 **** gettin pressed
    I get VEXE
    D 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 ****** no-name
    Takin up my airtime, with that
    WEAK WHACK
    FULL OF FU
    LL OF BULL
    **** 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
    ****?? Bring your posse!
    Cause in the 90's,
    Lyte is goin kamikaze ..
    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 ****** 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 ****!
    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!