10% Dis Lyrics - Singles - Mc Lyte

Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn 

Hot damn, hot damn ho, here we go again 

Suckers steal a beat when you know they can't win 

You stole the beat, are you having fun 

Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done 

You are what I label as a nerve plucker 

You're plucking my nerves you MC sucker 

I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn 

That I am like a stock and my word is bond 

Like James, killing everybody in sight 

The code's three-six, the name is Lyte 

After this jam I really don't give a damn 

'Cause I'mma run and tell your whole damn clan that you're a 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker (hit me why don't ya, hit me why don't ya) 

Milk's bodyguard is my bodyguard too 

You wanna get hurt well this is what you do 

You put your left foot up and then your right foot next 

Follow instructions don't lose the context 

Thirty days a month your mood is rude 

We know the 'cause of your bloody attitude 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker 

Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic 

You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim sound-alike 

Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition 

Don't turn away, I think you should listen close 

Don't boast, you said you wasn't bragging 

You fucking liar, you're chasin' a chuckwagon 

The only way you learn you have to be taught 

That if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought 

When you leave the mic, you claim it's smoking 

Unlike Rakim, you are a joke and I think you ought to stop 

Before you get in too deep 

'Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don't sleep 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker 

When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl Jill 

My cousin Trey across the room with a posse of girls 

So I step in the middle, shake it just a little 

Wait for some female to step up and pop junk 

Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk 

Now I'm not trying to say that I'm into static 

But yo if you cause it, yep, we gotta have it 

'Cause I ain't going out like a sucker no way 

So I sit around the way for you to make my day 

We can go for the hands, better yet for the words 

'Cause you'll be ignored, and at the same time I'll be heard 

Throughout the city, the town and the country 

The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky 

There is no delaying in the rhyme I'm saying 

Neither are there flaws in what my DJ is playing 

So sit back Jack, and listen to this, it's 10% dis 

'Cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist against your lips 

But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach 

And I'mma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast 

Pop you in the microwave and watch your head bubble 

Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble 

Get my homegirls Joanie and Kiki to get stupid 

This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is ruling it 

I hate to laugh in your face, but you're funny 

Your beat, your rhyming, your timing, all crummy 

On the topic of rapping, I should write a pamphlet better yet a booklet 

Your rap is weak homegirl, and it's definitely crooked 

Others write your rhymes while I write my own 

I don't create a character when I'm on the microphone 

I am myself, no games to be played 

No script to be written, no scene to be made 

I am the director, as far as you are concerned 

You don't believe me, then you'll have to learn 

This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get 

Matter of fact, you ain't seen nothing yet 

So never let me step into a party hardy 

Talk to some people and then hear from somebody 

You wanna battle 'cause you know where I am 

You don't wanna come in the ninties and see me at a jam when a 

Mic is handy, ten feet away 

I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet 

Set assure, you know I don't play 

When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty 

For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker 

Beat biter, dope style taker 

Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker