(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
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I've been too nice too long
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Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson
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(Gon' be some shit)
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(Hot damn, hoe)
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(Gon' be some shit)
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(Hot damn, hoe)
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(Gon' be some shit)
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(Hot) (damn) (hoe)
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(Hot damn, hoe)
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(Gon' be some shit)
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(Hot damn)
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
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You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
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Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
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Or shall I got straight to 80 percent?
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Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed
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The party's not over, it's just beginning
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Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?)
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Any battle in any competition
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'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey
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(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare
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So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here
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I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame
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And I ain't out to give you what you don't have
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So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh
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I could diss, call you names and make fun of you
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(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth
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Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
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Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
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Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)
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With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)
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When he count it down (When I count it down
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6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate
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[ CHORUS ]
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(Hot damn, hoe)
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(Shut the fuck up)
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(Hot damn, hoe)
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(Shut the fuck up)
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(Hot damn, hoe)
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(Shut the fuck up)
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(Here we) (here we)
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(Gon' be some shit)
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(Here we go again)
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?
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When you should really ask: where is the father?
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(Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild?
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You get around like a cab, now that's too bad
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Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad?
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Bodily vibrations? Don't make me laugh
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Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass
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You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk
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And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid
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Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade
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Put on this earth just to distract me
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Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me
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You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
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Tell me, why must I keep reminding
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You to step back, let the Lyte shine
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Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon
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Don't dare to sleep or even prey on
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The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong
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And the rhymes I create are made to last long
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Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport
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You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught
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And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own
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The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone
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Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large
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Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge
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Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb
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So roll correctly if you decide to come
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MC sucker, this is what you waited for
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I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war
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Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC
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Did not you know that I am crazy?
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My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any
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But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many
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Like I said and will have to say
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Over and over, cause you disobey
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Here on this earth I reign superior
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One of these days I will have to get with ya
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Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb
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Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin
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[ CHORUS ]
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[ VERSE 4 ]
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I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen
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You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin
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Now it is my duty, to all MC's
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To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please
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Now I was quite polite, nice I might add
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But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad
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But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on
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Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on
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You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown
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Burrowin money to buy an outfit
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Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic
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I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with?
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With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips
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I'm MC Lyte a/k/a MC Payback
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Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack
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Unfinished Business, that shit was wack
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So Lyte made no |