Kamikaze Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Outside of me, you try to picture me 

Young and black, that ain't no mystery 

But inside runs deep like an ocean 

You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow motion 

I'm tryin' like hell to get some results 

But you can bet your ass that it's difficult 

They try to keep it down because I talk to a beat 

In other words because I try to teach 

But if I talk that yang-yang shit 

Like you can't touch this, that shit'll hit 

Don't we have any morals anymore 

Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin' door? 

Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it 

I'ma take it, change it, fuck it, rename it 

I got the plan, now let's make it effective 

You hip-hoppers, you got to be selective 

And stop lettin' that bullshit slide for rap 

Can't you see that it's a brainwash trap? 

I rap a cha, cha, cha and I sat and watched 

You liked that shit, you rock around the fuckin' clock 

But when I talk of education, you fear that 

Drugs and such, you don't wanna hear that 

First I pleased you, now I teach you 

Don't you dare try to bite the hand that'll lead you 

To the pot of gold, over the rainbow 

Lyte'll guide you, I know the way to go 

So just close your eyes and just take my hand 

Remember MC Lyte has the master plan 

We can go thick, in a posse 

You ain't said nuttin' slick, I'm goin' kamikaze 

Inside of me, you try to picture me 

Can you detect, can you see I'm angry? 

Well, usually Lyte don't get upset 

But when I see wack shit gettin' pressed I get vexed 

Turn on the video, what's this mess? 

A disgrace to rap and I'm not impressed 

So just leave, get out my domain 

You lame sucker, you fuckin', no name 

Takin' up my airtime, with that weak whack 

Full of, full of bullshit rhyme 

So step off roach or get stepped upon 

Because my rhymes they spray like D-Con 4 

Do you want more? 

'Cause I floor any emcee 

That wanna gets with me 

So yo, pack your bags, and skedaddle 

Just walk, 'cause you don't wanna battle 

I got the button that'll get rid of wack emcees 

It's called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin' on your knees 

So quit takin' up space on the CD rack 

You better prepare, 'cause Lyte gives no slack 

Inside of me, dwells a hundred maniacs 

Waitin' for the kickoff, waitin' for attack 

Who gives a fuck? Bring your posse 

'Cause in the 90's, Lyte is goin' kamikaze 

Inside, there's no flipside 

Outside there's more than meets the eye 

So now you know not because you're guessin' 

But because I told you so, I never fess 

Everyone wants to rap, what's this a wagon? 

Bring your band and hop and start draggin' 

All you rappers, you're fuckin' impersonators 

Sayin' I'll rap now and learn how to rap later 

No time for that, time is too short 

And the rappin' gift it cannot be bought 

A solo artist? You can't be 

Maybe you'll look better with a posse 

But all that you're talkin', you ain't sayin' shit 

So why you where you at? I think you oughta quit 

Posses don't matter in the 90's 

Here's a warning, Lyte is goin' kamikaze