Slave 2 The Rhythm Lyrics - Eyes On This - Mc Lyte

Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin? 

And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockin 

Listen, hoe, cause I'm the lyte one 

And if you're lookin for a fight, you found the right one 

(They call me lyte) 

(And I'm a slave to the rhythm) 

(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) 

I'm not a procrastinator, or a instigator 

But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, I'm the creator 

I never look for trouble, but somehow it finds me 

But yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind me 

The l-y-t-e, very outspoken 

And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokin 

I'm mc lyte, comin live and direct 

I never lose a battle, cause I always come correct 

In any case I win, again and again 

You see lyte is at the top till the very end 

And even though I may be short, believe, I don't take none 

Try your luck and we'll see who will get done 

I mean immediately, like quick fast 

Don't turn your back, cause this mic'll be in your ass 

And don't take what I say too lightly 

I beat you, defeat you so quietly 

Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornado 

Cause in the rap field lyte's the fuckin a/k/a doe 

The capital l, the y to the e 

Shit, give me room and I'll slay an mc 

Whether it's in a crowd, or on the sneak tip 

I wax you and your posse watch you trip and flip 

As you drop the mic, cause you don't have the gift 

To rip a style, fast or slow 

(Why, lyte? ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow 

Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given 

What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm 

Bein that I'm dissin, I was reminiscin 

You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission 

(Yo, what you tellin me, lyte? ) she was ass-kissin 

No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk 

(Cool, lyte, I think her feelings are hurt) 

Alright, I'll chill and I'll come to my senses 

But next time you diss, think of the consequences 

Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like barbwire 

Try to touch me, yo, you're bound to catch a fire 

I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you're lost 

I be forced to show and prove exactly who's the boss 

Who gets the income and then some 

I don't diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun 

Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given 

What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm 

It took a whole album for you to try and diss me 

And ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still missed me 

But yo, I'm off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creation 

I'm into other things that bring me accommodation 

So I rap about funny things, or issues that are serious 

Sometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curious 

And other times I diss to put one in their place 

If I diss you on wax, then I will diss you to your face 

Some say I'm foul, and they don't like the way I'm livin 

But yo, ask me if I care 

I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave 

To the goddamn rhythm 

(They call me lyte) 

(And I'm a slave to the rhythm) 

(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) 

'Gangstress', don't make me laugh 

Ha-ha-ha 

And keep your eyes on this 

And keep your eyes on this 

(They call me lyte) 

(And I'm a slave to the rhythm) 

(Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)