Mc Lyte: Slave 2 The Rhythm

aus dem Album: Eyes On This

Songtext:
Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin? Schilder und Beschriftungen
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) Nachrichten Boulevard

[ verse 1 ]
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 Bundesliga Bildschirmschoner
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 Werbeagentur Leverkusen
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 märchen für kinder
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

[ verse 2 ]
Bein that i'm dissin, i was reminiscin Pflanzenextrakte
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 DTM
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

[ verse 3 ]
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
Ha-ha-ha
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)

[ slave 2 the rhythm disses antoinette ]