Outside of me, you try to me Young and black, that ain't no But runs deep like an ocean You couldn't understand if I spoke in motion
I'm tryin' hell to get some results But you can bet your ass it's difficult try to keep it down because I talk to a beat In other because I try to teach
But if I that yang-yang shit Like you can't touch this, that hit we have any morals anymore Or did rap the toll out the fuckin' door?
Well if it did, back to claim it I'ma take it, it, fuck it, rename it I got the plan, now let's it effective You hip-hoppers, you got to be
And lettin' that bullshit slide for rap you see that it's a brainwash trap? I rap a cha, cha, cha and I sat and You liked that shit, you around the fuckin' clock
But I talk of education, you fear that and such, you don't wanna hear that First I you, now I teach you Don't you try to bite the hand that'll lead you
To the pot of gold, the rainbow Lyte'll guide you, I the way to go So close your eyes and just take my hand MC Lyte has the master plan We can go thick, in a You ain't said slick, I'm goin' kamikaze
of me, you try to picture me Can you detect, can you see I'm Well, usually don't get upset But when I see wack shit gettin' pressed I get
Turn on the video, what's this A disgrace to rap and I'm not So just leave, get out my You sucker, you fuckin', no name
Takin' up my airtime, with that weak Full of, full of rhyme So step off roach or get upon Because my rhymes they spray D-Con 4 Do you want
'Cause I any emcee That gets with me So yo, your bags, and skedaddle Just walk, 'cause you don't battle
I got the button get rid of wack emcees It's called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin' on knees So quit up space on the CD rack You prepare, 'cause Lyte gives no slack
of me, dwells a hundred maniacs Waitin' for the kickoff, for attack Who gives a Bring your posse 'Cause in the 90's, Lyte is kamikaze
Inside, no flipside Outside there's more than the eye So now you not because you're guessin' But I told you so, I never fess
Everyone to rap, what's this a wagon? your band and hop and start draggin' All you rappers, you're fuckin' Sayin' rap now and learn how to rap later
No time for that, time is too And the gift it cannot be bought A solo You can't be Maybe you'll better with a posse
But all that you're talkin', you sayin' shit So why you where you at? I you oughta quit don't matter in the 90's Here's a warning, is goin' kamikaze