Shut The Eff Up! (hoe) Lyrics - Eyes On This - Mc Lyte

(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy 

I've been too nice too long 

Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson 

(Gon' be some shit) 

(Hot damn, hoe) 

(Gon' be some shit) 

(Hot damn, hoe) 

(Gon' be some shit) 

(Hot) (damn) (hoe) 

(Hot damn, hoe) 

(Gon' be some shit) 

(Hot damn) 

[ VERSE 1 ] 

Before this jam starts I'm simply stating 

You have all waited, now you can stop waiting 

Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30 

Or shall I got straight to 80 percent? 

Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed 

The party's not over, it's just beginning 

Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?) 

Any battle in any competition 

'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey 

(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare 

So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here 

I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame 

And I ain't out to give you what you don't have 

So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh 

I could diss, call you names and make fun of you 

(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth 

Like a watchtower, hour by the hour 

Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin 

Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat) 

With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet) 

When he count it down (When I count it down 

6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate 

[ CHORUS ] 

(Hot damn, hoe) 

(Shut the fuck up) 

(Hot damn, hoe) 

(Shut the fuck up) 

(Hot damn, hoe) 

(Shut the fuck up) 

(Here we) (here we) 

(Gon' be some shit) 

(Here we go again) 

[ VERSE 2 ] 

The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother? 

When you should really ask: where is the father? 

(Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild? 

You get around like a cab, now that's too bad 

Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad? 

Bodily vibrations? Don't make me laugh 

Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass 

You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk 

And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid 

Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade 

Put on this earth just to distract me 

Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me 

You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding 

Tell me, why must I keep reminding 

You to step back, let the Lyte shine 

Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3 ] 

Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon 

Don't dare to sleep or even prey on 

The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong 

And the rhymes I create are made to last long 

Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport 

You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught 

And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own 

The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone 

Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large 

Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge 

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb 

So roll correctly if you decide to come 

MC sucker, this is what you waited for 

I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war 

Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC 

Did not you know that I am crazy? 

My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any 

But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many 

Like I said and will have to say 

Over and over, cause you disobey 

Here on this earth I reign superior 

One of these days I will have to get with ya 

Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb 

Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 4 ] 

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen 

You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin 

Now it is my duty, to all MC's 

To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please 

Now I was quite polite, nice I might add 

But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad 

But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on 

Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on 

You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown 

Burrowin money to buy an outfit 

Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic 

I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with? 

With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips 

I'm MC Lyte a/k/a MC Payback 

Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack 

Unfinished Business, that shit was wack 

So Lyte made no attempt to strike back 

But here we go again, what is Light's Out? 

Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about? 

Let me say next time that you feel pissed 

I suggest that you don't try to diss 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 5 ] 

You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get evil 

The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable 

In 10% I popped your head in a microwave 

I'm into blenders now, so you better behave 

Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted 

Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted 

Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you 

You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you 

You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack) 

Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back 

But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin this show 

So yo, hoe, I think you oughta go 

Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it) 

But remember, you forced me to do it 

[ CHORUS ] 

Yo, now you know 

And no one's have to battle 

Slime