Slave 2 the Rhythm - MC Lyte

Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin?

And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockin

Listen, hoe, cause I’m the Lyte one

And if you’re lookin for a fight, you found the right one

(They call me Lyte)

(And I’m a slave to the rhythm)

(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)

I’m not a procrastinator, or a instigator

But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, I’m the creator

I never look for trouble, but somehow it finds me But yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind me The L-y-t-e, very outspoken

And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokin

I’m MC Lyte, comin live and direct

I never lose a battle, cause I always come correct

In any case I win, again and again

You see Lyte is at the top till the very end

And even though I may be short, believe, I don’t take none

Try your luck and we’ll see who will get done

I mean immediately, like quick fast

Don’t turn your back, cause this mic’ll be in your ass

And don’t take what I say too lightly

I beat you, defeat you so quietly

Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornado

Cause in the rap field Lyte’s the fuckin a/k/a doe

The capital L, the y to the e Shit, give me room and I’ll slay an MC

Whether it’s in a crowd, or on the sneak tip

I wax you and your posse watch you trip and flip

As you drop the mic, cause you don’t have the gift

To rip a style, fast or slow

(Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow

Don’t get mad, it’s just a talent I was given

What I’m sayin, I’m a slave to the rhythm

Bein that I’m dissin, I was reminiscin

You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission

(Yo, what you tellin me, Lyte?) she was ass-kissin

No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk

(Cool, Lyte, I think her feelings are hurt)

Alright, I’ll chill and I’ll come to my senses

But next time you diss, think of the consequences

Yo, I am no joke, I’m sharp like barbwire

Try to touch me, yo, you’re bound to catch a fire

I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you’re lost

I be forced to show and prove exactly who’s the boss

Who gets the income — and then some

I don’t diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun

Don’t get mad, it’s just a talent I was given

What I’m sayin, I’m a slave to the rhythm

It took a whole album for you to try and diss me And ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still missed me But yo, I’m off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creation

I’m into other things that bring me commodation

So I rap about funny things, or issues that are serious

Sometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curious

And other times I diss to put one in their place

If I diss you on wax, then I will diss you to your face

Some say I’m foul, and they don’t like the way I’m livin

But yo, ask me if I care…

I’m just a slave, I’m just a slave, I’m just a slave

To the goddamn rhythm

(They call me Lyte)

(And I’m a slave to the rhythm)

(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)

'Gangstress', don’t make me laugh

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And keep your eyes on this

And keep your eyes on THIS

(They call me Lyte)

(And I’m a slave to the rhythm)

(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)