[ Gizmo ]
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Yo King, man, who we working with today?
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[ King Of Chill ]
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Ah - Lyte
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[ Gizmo ]
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Bud Light?
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[ King Of Chill ]
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Nah Giz, MC Lyte
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[ Gizmo ]
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Yo Milk
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[ both ]
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Kick it
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(Survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek)
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[ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ]
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Never does one know the force that is in them
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Till some puss jumps up and offends them
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Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate
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Those that try to front and try to perpetrate
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Like they know me well when they don't know me at all
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Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'I'll give you a call'
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Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit
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When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits
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Like Shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed
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Like MC Lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed
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Each and every time you try to play me
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I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked
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So when I see you, you better be fully strapped
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At all times, cause it only takes Lyte one time, and one time only
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I'm the microphone controller, MC sucker folder
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Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen
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If it was dark - you know what I mean?
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So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary
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Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury
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Those who try to know me before they meet me
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You can't grow on me, so don't greet me
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I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe
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Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe
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I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me
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I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me
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I seen people taken advantage of
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In situations like money, trust and love
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I have no time for petty things that are trivial
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Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance
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I'm not a dancer, that's what Leg 1 and 2 are for
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I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for
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They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme
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And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime
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This is a warning, a due day is dawning
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I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning
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So put your black on and your best black shoes
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And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news
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Extra, extra, read all about it
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(It's about MC Lyte!) the boy shouted
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First time in history you thought to buy a paper
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Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover
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Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest
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But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest
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Like a Rican rides a Caddy I'm with this beat, chief
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The only time they complain is when it's too brief
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But other than that they long for me to go on
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On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born'
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Sample up the sound if you will
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Raps by Lyte, production King Of Chill
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So watch the solar system, never stop lookin
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Cause up and on the rise is the planet Brooklyn
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You can compare me to crackers and cheese
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But don't compare me to a sucker MC
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See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good
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But sucker MC's ain't as good as they should
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Be, see, they lack, so Lyte must tax
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Not much, just enough to see if they can move it
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Show and prove to see that they can get into it
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Try your best, a useful strategy
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And after practice, if you're still raggedy
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Then and only then can you be called a sucker MC
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Sucker
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I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell
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Any last comments, Lyte fans do tell
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I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya
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Okay, here we go, stop, see ya
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(See ya) (see ya) (see ya)...
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Survival of the Fittest (Remix)
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MC Lyte |