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  • 作词 : Gizmo, MC Lyte, Milk
    (i think it's time i start feeling *****y
    I've been too nice too long
    Yup, it's definitely time i get nasty) --> millie jackson
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot) (damn) (hoe)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot damn)
    [ verse 1 ]
    Before this jam starts i'm simply stating
    You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
    Shall i ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
    Or shall i got straight to 80 percent?
    Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
    The party's not over, it's just beginning
    Because lyte is winning (what are you winning?)
    Any battle in any competition
    'the gangstress'? ha, you're on a wack journey
    (hoe) headed for nowhere, with time to spare
    So i'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
    I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
    And i ain't out to give you what you don't have
    So i sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh
    I could diss, call you names and make fun of you
    (hoe) but me the lyte, i'm into speakin the truth
    Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
    Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
    Milk keeps the beat (i keep the beat)
    With the tap of his feet (with the tap of my feet)
    When he count it down (when i count it down
    6-7-8) lyte'll start the debate
    [ chorus ]
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (shut the **** up)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (shut the **** up)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (shut the **** up)
    (here we) (here we)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (here we go again)
    [ verse 2 ]
    The first thing you ask yourself is why do i bother?
    When you should really ask: where is the father?
    (where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild?
    You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
    Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad?
    Bodily vibrations? don't make me laugh
    Weight watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
    You ain't gettin loose, you ****in jerk
    And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid
    ***in and suckin, yeah, that is your trade
    Put on this earth just to distract me
    Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
    You will get nowhere, the lyte is too blinding
    Tell me, why must i keep reminding
    You to step back, let the lyte shine
    Do not take **** till you write your own rhymes
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 3 ]
    Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon
    Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
    The lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
    And the rhymes i create are made to last long
    Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport
    You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
    And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
    The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone
    Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
    Step aside, lyte thee mc is in charge
    Don't sleep on me, i'm far, far, far from dumb
    So roll correctly if you decide to come
    Mc sucker, this is what you waited for
    I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
    Why do you challenge me, lyte thee mc
    Did not you know that i am crazy?
    My screws are quite loose, in fact i don't have any
    But when it comes to rhymes, i've got many
    Like i said and will have to say
    Over and over, cause you disobey
    Here on this earth i reign superior
    One of these days i will have to get with ya
    Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
    Cause i am the lyte, and you are just paperthin
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 4 ]
    I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
    You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin
    Now it is my duty, to all mc's
    To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
    Now i was quite polite, nice i might add
    But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad
    But then again i don't mind, i've got someone to pick on
    Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
    You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown
    Burrowin money to buy an outfit
    Not even good enough for a sunday picnic
    I ask you: do you know who you're ****in with?
    With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
    I'm mc lyte a/k/a mc payback
    Payback is a *****, and i'm givin you no slack
    Unfinished business, that **** was wack
    So lyte made no attempt to strike back
    But here we go again, what is light's out?
    Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about?
    Let me say next time that you feel pissed
    I suggest that you don't try to diss
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 5 ]
    You better watch what you say to me, cause i can get evil
    The things that i'm capable of are unbelievable
    In 10% i popped your head in a microwave
    I'm into blenders now, so you better behave
    Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted
    Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted
    Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you
    You ain't ****, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
    You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack)
    Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back
    But let me school ya, lyte is runnin this show
    So yo, hoe, i think you oughta go
    Before lyte thee mc gets into it (into it)
    But remember, you forced me to do it
    [ chorus ]
    Yo, now you know
    And no one's have to battle
    Slime
  • 作词 : Gizmo, MC Lyte, Milk
    (i think it's time i start feeling *****y
    I've been too nice too long
    Yup, it's definitely time i get nasty) --> millie jackson
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot) (damn) (hoe)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (hot damn)
    [ verse 1 ]
    Before this jam starts i'm simply stating
    You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
    Shall i ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
    Or shall i got straight to 80 percent?
    Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
    The party's not over, it's just beginning
    Because lyte is winning (what are you winning?)
    Any battle in any competition
    'the gangstress'? ha, you're on a wack journey
    (hoe) headed for nowhere, with time to spare
    So i'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
    I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
    And i ain't out to give you what you don't have
    So i sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh
    I could diss, call you names and make fun of you
    (hoe) but me the lyte, i'm into speakin the truth
    Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
    Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
    Milk keeps the beat (i keep the beat)
    With the tap of his feet (with the tap of my feet)
    When he count it down (when i count it down
    6-7-8) lyte'll start the debate
    [ chorus ]
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (shut the **** up)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (shut the **** up)
    (hot damn, hoe)
    (shut the **** up)
    (here we) (here we)
    (gon' be some ****)
    (here we go again)
    [ verse 2 ]
    The first thing you ask yourself is why do i bother?
    When you should really ask: where is the father?
    (where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild?
    You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
    Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad?
    Bodily vibrations? don't make me laugh
    Weight watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
    You ain't gettin loose, you ****in jerk
    And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid
    ***in and suckin, yeah, that is your trade
    Put on this earth just to distract me
    Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
    You will get nowhere, the lyte is too blinding
    Tell me, why must i keep reminding
    You to step back, let the lyte shine
    Do not take **** till you write your own rhymes
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 3 ]
    Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon
    Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
    The lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
    And the rhymes i create are made to last long
    Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport
    You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
    And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
    The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone
    Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
    Step aside, lyte thee mc is in charge
    Don't sleep on me, i'm far, far, far from dumb
    So roll correctly if you decide to come
    Mc sucker, this is what you waited for
    I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
    Why do you challenge me, lyte thee mc
    Did not you know that i am crazy?
    My screws are quite loose, in fact i don't have any
    But when it comes to rhymes, i've got many
    Like i said and will have to say
    Over and over, cause you disobey
    Here on this earth i reign superior
    One of these days i will have to get with ya
    Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
    Cause i am the lyte, and you are just paperthin
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 4 ]
    I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
    You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin
    Now it is my duty, to all mc's
    To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
    Now i was quite polite, nice i might add
    But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad
    But then again i don't mind, i've got someone to pick on
    Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
    You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown
    Burrowin money to buy an outfit
    Not even good enough for a sunday picnic
    I ask you: do you know who you're ****in with?
    With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
    I'm mc lyte a/k/a mc payback
    Payback is a *****, and i'm givin you no slack
    Unfinished business, that **** was wack
    So lyte made no attempt to strike back
    But here we go again, what is light's out?
    Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about?
    Let me say next time that you feel pissed
    I suggest that you don't try to diss
    [ chorus ]
    [ verse 5 ]
    You better watch what you say to me, cause i can get evil
    The things that i'm capable of are unbelievable
    In 10% i popped your head in a microwave
    I'm into blenders now, so you better behave
    Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted
    Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted
    Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you
    You ain't ****, you can't cope, they musta dooked you
    You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack)
    Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back
    But let me school ya, lyte is runnin this show
    So yo, hoe, i think you oughta go
    Before lyte thee mc gets into it (into it)
    But remember, you forced me to do it
    [ chorus ]
    Yo, now you know
    And no one's have to battle
    Slime