10% Dis Lyrics
| Song | 10% Dis |
| Artist | MC Lyte |
| Album | Lyte as a Rock |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Audio Two, MC Lyte |
| [00:15.58] | Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn |
| [00:16.95] | Hot damn, hot damn ho, here we go again |
| [00:19.88] | Suckers steal a beat |
| [00:20.74] | When you know they can't win |
| [00:22.11] | You stole the beat |
| [00:23.29] | Are you having fun |
| [00:25.00] | Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done |
| [00:27.44] | You are what I label as a nerver plucker |
| [00:30.27] | You're plucking my nerves you MC sucker |
| [00:32.71] | I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn |
| [00:35.47] | That I am like a stock and my word is bond |
| [00:38.20] | Like James, killing everybody in sight |
| [00:40.71] | The code's three-six |
| [00:42.50] | The name is Lyte |
| [00:43.50] | After this jam |
| [00:44.80] | I really don't give a damn |
| [00:46.53] | Cause I'mma run and tell your whole damn clan |
| [00:48.79] | That you're a |
| [00:50.10] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [00:51.68] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [00:54.45] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [00:57.15] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [00:59.20] | Hit me why don't ya, hit me why don't ya |
| [00:59.66] | Milk's bodyguard is my bodyguard too |
| [01:02.13] | You wanna get hurt |
| [01:03.26] | Well this is what you do |
| [01:04.71] | You put your left foot up |
| [01:05.84] | And then your right foot next |
| [01:07.39] | Follow instructions |
| [01:09.50] | Don't lose the context |
| [01:10.49] | Thirty days a month your mood is rude |
| [01:12.65] | We know the cause of your bloody attitude |
| [01:15.59] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [01:18.36] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [01:21.14] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [01:23.45] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [01:26.50] | Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic |
| [01:29.70] | You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim sound-alike |
| [01:31.52] | Here's a Milkbone, a sign of recognition |
| [01:33.91] | Don't turn away, I think you should listen close |
| [01:36.83] | Don't boast, you said you wasn't bragging |
| [01:39.43] | You fucking liar, you're chasin a chuckwagon |
| [01:42.43] | The only way you learn you have to be taught |
| [01:44.59] | That if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought |
| [01:47.14] | When you leave the mic, you claim it's smoking |
| [01:49.99] | Unlike Rakim, you are a joke |
| [01:52.73] | And I think you ought to stop, before you get in too deep |
| [01:56.60] | Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don't sleep |
| [01:58.81] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [02:00.94] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [02:03.47] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [02:05.93] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [02:09.15] | When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl Jill |
| [02:11.21] | My cousin Trey across the room with a posse of girls |
| [02:13.84] | So I step in the middle, shake it just a little |
| [02:16.43] | Wait for some female to step up and pop junk |
| [02:19.21] | Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk |
| [02:21.74] | Now I'm not trying to say that I'm into static |
| [02:24.55] | But yo if you cause it, yep, we gotta have it |
| [02:27.29] | Cause I ain't going out like a sucker no way |
| [02:29.81] | So I sit around the way for you to make my day |
| [02:32.45] | We can go for the hands, better yet for the words |
| [02:35.14] | Cause you'll be ignored, and at the same time I'll be heard |
| [02:38.11] | Throughout the city, the town and the country |
| [02:40.83] | The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky |
| [02:43.44] | There is no delaying in the rhyme I'm saying |
| [02:45.91] | Neither are there flaws in what my DJ is playing |
| [02:48.92] | So sit back Jack, and listen to this, it's 10% dis |
| [02:52.56] | Cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist against your lips |
| [02:59.14] | But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach |
| [03:02.30] | And I'mma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast |
| [03:04.41] | Pop you in the microwave and watch your head bubble |
| [03:07.48] | Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble |
| [03:09.94] | Get my homegirls Joanie and Kiki to get stupid |
| [03:12.53] | This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is ruling it |
| [03:15.44] | I hate to laugh in your face, but you're funny |
| [03:17.79] | Your beat, your rhyming, your timing, all crummy |
| [03:20.64] | On the topic of rapping, I should write a pamphlet better yet a booklet |
| [03:24.50] | Your rap is weak homegirl, and it's definitely crooked |
| [03:31.27] | Others write your rhymes while I write my own |
| [03:33.84] | I don't create a character when I'm on the microphone |
| [03:36.96] | I am myself, no games to be played |
| [03:39.28] | No script to be written, no scene to be made |
| [03:41.79] | I am the director, as far as you are concerned |
| [03:44.42] | You don't believe me, then you'll have to learn |
| [03:47.20] | This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get |
| [03:49.78] | Matter of fact, you ain't seen nothing yet |
| [03:52.96] | So never let me step into a party hardy |
| [03:55.56] | Talk to some people and then hear from somebody |
| [03:58.14] | 'You wanna battle?' cause you know where I am |
| [04:00.51] | You don't wanna come in the 90's and see me at a jam |
| [04:03.30] | When a mic is handy, ten feet away |
| [04:05.64] | I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet |
| [04:08.42] | Set assure, you know I don't play |
| [04:11.11] | When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty |
| [04:13.98] | For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity |
| [04:17.20] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [04:19.51] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [04:22.42] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [04:24.74] | Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Audio Two, MC Lyte |
| [00:15.58] | Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn |
| [00:16.95] | Hot damn, hot damn ho, here we go again |
| [00:19.88] | Suckers steal a beat |
| [00:20.74] | When you know they can' t win |
| [00:22.11] | You stole the beat |
| [00:23.29] | Are you having fun |
| [00:25.00] | Now me and the Aud' s gonna show you how it' s done |
| [00:27.44] | You are what I label as a nerver plucker |
| [00:30.27] | You' re plucking my nerves you MC sucker |
| [00:32.71] | I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn |
| [00:35.47] | That I am like a stock and my word is bond |
| [00:38.20] | Like James, killing everybody in sight |
| [00:40.71] | The code' s threesix |
| [00:42.50] | The name is Lyte |
| [00:43.50] | After this jam |
| [00:44.80] | I really don' t give a damn |
| [00:46.53] | Cause I' mma run and tell your whole damn clan |
| [00:48.79] | That you' re a |
| [00:50.10] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [00:51.68] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [00:54.45] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [00:57.15] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [00:59.20] | Hit me why don' t ya, hit me why don' t ya |
| [00:59.66] | Milk' s bodyguard is my bodyguard too |
| [01:02.13] | You wanna get hurt |
| [01:03.26] | Well this is what you do |
| [01:04.71] | You put your left foot up |
| [01:05.84] | And then your right foot next |
| [01:07.39] | Follow instructions |
| [01:09.50] | Don' t lose the context |
| [01:10.49] | Thirty days a month your mood is rude |
| [01:12.65] | We know the cause of your bloody attitude |
| [01:15.59] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [01:18.36] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [01:21.14] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [01:23.45] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [01:26.50] | Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic |
| [01:29.70] | You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim soundalike |
| [01:31.52] | Here' s a Milkbone, a sign of recognition |
| [01:33.91] | Don' t turn away, I think you should listen close |
| [01:36.83] | Don' t boast, you said you wasn' t bragging |
| [01:39.43] | You fucking liar, you' re chasin a chuckwagon |
| [01:42.43] | The only way you learn you have to be taught |
| [01:44.59] | That if a beat is not for sale, then it can' t be bought |
| [01:47.14] | When you leave the mic, you claim it' s smoking |
| [01:49.99] | Unlike Rakim, you are a joke |
| [01:52.73] | And I think you ought to stop, before you get in too deep |
| [01:56.60] | Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don' t sleep |
| [01:58.81] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [02:00.94] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [02:03.47] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [02:05.93] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [02:09.15] | When I' m in a jam, with my homegirl Jill |
| [02:11.21] | My cousin Trey across the room with a posse of girls |
| [02:13.84] | So I step in the middle, shake it just a little |
| [02:16.43] | Wait for some female to step up and pop junk |
| [02:19.21] | Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk |
| [02:21.74] | Now I' m not trying to say that I' m into static |
| [02:24.55] | But yo if you cause it, yep, we gotta have it |
| [02:27.29] | Cause I ain' t going out like a sucker no way |
| [02:29.81] | So I sit around the way for you to make my day |
| [02:32.45] | We can go for the hands, better yet for the words |
| [02:35.14] | Cause you' ll be ignored, and at the same time I' ll be heard |
| [02:38.11] | Throughout the city, the town and the country |
| [02:40.83] | The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky |
| [02:43.44] | There is no delaying in the rhyme I' m saying |
| [02:45.91] | Neither are there flaws in what my DJ is playing |
| [02:48.92] | So sit back Jack, and listen to this, it' s 10 dis |
| [02:52.56] | Cause I' m just about ready to fly this fist against your lips |
| [02:59.14] | But I' ll wait for the day or night that you approach |
| [03:02.30] | And I' mma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast |
| [03:04.41] | Pop you in the microwave and watch your head bubble |
| [03:07.48] | Your skin just crumble, a battle' s no trouble |
| [03:09.94] | Get my homegirls Joanie and Kiki to get stupid |
| [03:12.53] | This thing called hiphop, Lyte is ruling it |
| [03:15.44] | I hate to laugh in your face, but you' re funny |
| [03:17.79] | Your beat, your rhyming, your timing, all crummy |
| [03:20.64] | On the topic of rapping, I should write a pamphlet better yet a booklet |
| [03:24.50] | Your rap is weak homegirl, and it' s definitely crooked |
| [03:31.27] | Others write your rhymes while I write my own |
| [03:33.84] | I don' t create a character when I' m on the microphone |
| [03:36.96] | I am myself, no games to be played |
| [03:39.28] | No script to be written, no scene to be made |
| [03:41.79] | I am the director, as far as you are concerned |
| [03:44.42] | You don' t believe me, then you' ll have to learn |
| [03:47.20] | This ain' t as hard as MC Lyte can get |
| [03:49.78] | Matter of fact, you ain' t seen nothing yet |
| [03:52.96] | So never let me step into a party hardy |
| [03:55.56] | Talk to some people and then hear from somebody |
| [03:58.14] | ' You wanna battle?' cause you know where I am |
| [04:00.51] | You don' t wanna come in the 90' s and see me at a jam |
| [04:03.30] | When a mic is handy, ten feet away |
| [04:05.64] | I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet |
| [04:08.42] | Set assure, you know I don' t play |
| [04:11.11] | When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty |
| [04:13.98] | For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity |
| [04:17.20] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [04:19.51] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [04:22.42] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [04:24.74] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Audio Two, MC Lyte |
| [00:15.58] | Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn |
| [00:16.95] | Hot damn, hot damn ho, here we go again |
| [00:19.88] | Suckers steal a beat |
| [00:20.74] | When you know they can' t win |
| [00:22.11] | You stole the beat |
| [00:23.29] | Are you having fun |
| [00:25.00] | Now me and the Aud' s gonna show you how it' s done |
| [00:27.44] | You are what I label as a nerver plucker |
| [00:30.27] | You' re plucking my nerves you MC sucker |
| [00:32.71] | I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn |
| [00:35.47] | That I am like a stock and my word is bond |
| [00:38.20] | Like James, killing everybody in sight |
| [00:40.71] | The code' s threesix |
| [00:42.50] | The name is Lyte |
| [00:43.50] | After this jam |
| [00:44.80] | I really don' t give a damn |
| [00:46.53] | Cause I' mma run and tell your whole damn clan |
| [00:48.79] | That you' re a |
| [00:50.10] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [00:51.68] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [00:54.45] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [00:57.15] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [00:59.20] | Hit me why don' t ya, hit me why don' t ya |
| [00:59.66] | Milk' s bodyguard is my bodyguard too |
| [01:02.13] | You wanna get hurt |
| [01:03.26] | Well this is what you do |
| [01:04.71] | You put your left foot up |
| [01:05.84] | And then your right foot next |
| [01:07.39] | Follow instructions |
| [01:09.50] | Don' t lose the context |
| [01:10.49] | Thirty days a month your mood is rude |
| [01:12.65] | We know the cause of your bloody attitude |
| [01:15.59] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [01:18.36] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [01:21.14] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [01:23.45] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [01:26.50] | Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic |
| [01:29.70] | You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim soundalike |
| [01:31.52] | Here' s a Milkbone, a sign of recognition |
| [01:33.91] | Don' t turn away, I think you should listen close |
| [01:36.83] | Don' t boast, you said you wasn' t bragging |
| [01:39.43] | You fucking liar, you' re chasin a chuckwagon |
| [01:42.43] | The only way you learn you have to be taught |
| [01:44.59] | That if a beat is not for sale, then it can' t be bought |
| [01:47.14] | When you leave the mic, you claim it' s smoking |
| [01:49.99] | Unlike Rakim, you are a joke |
| [01:52.73] | And I think you ought to stop, before you get in too deep |
| [01:56.60] | Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo I don' t sleep |
| [01:58.81] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [02:00.94] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [02:03.47] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [02:05.93] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [02:09.15] | When I' m in a jam, with my homegirl Jill |
| [02:11.21] | My cousin Trey across the room with a posse of girls |
| [02:13.84] | So I step in the middle, shake it just a little |
| [02:16.43] | Wait for some female to step up and pop junk |
| [02:19.21] | Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk |
| [02:21.74] | Now I' m not trying to say that I' m into static |
| [02:24.55] | But yo if you cause it, yep, we gotta have it |
| [02:27.29] | Cause I ain' t going out like a sucker no way |
| [02:29.81] | So I sit around the way for you to make my day |
| [02:32.45] | We can go for the hands, better yet for the words |
| [02:35.14] | Cause you' ll be ignored, and at the same time I' ll be heard |
| [02:38.11] | Throughout the city, the town and the country |
| [02:40.83] | The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky |
| [02:43.44] | There is no delaying in the rhyme I' m saying |
| [02:45.91] | Neither are there flaws in what my DJ is playing |
| [02:48.92] | So sit back Jack, and listen to this, it' s 10 dis |
| [02:52.56] | Cause I' m just about ready to fly this fist against your lips |
| [02:59.14] | But I' ll wait for the day or night that you approach |
| [03:02.30] | And I' mma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast |
| [03:04.41] | Pop you in the microwave and watch your head bubble |
| [03:07.48] | Your skin just crumble, a battle' s no trouble |
| [03:09.94] | Get my homegirls Joanie and Kiki to get stupid |
| [03:12.53] | This thing called hiphop, Lyte is ruling it |
| [03:15.44] | I hate to laugh in your face, but you' re funny |
| [03:17.79] | Your beat, your rhyming, your timing, all crummy |
| [03:20.64] | On the topic of rapping, I should write a pamphlet better yet a booklet |
| [03:24.50] | Your rap is weak homegirl, and it' s definitely crooked |
| [03:31.27] | Others write your rhymes while I write my own |
| [03:33.84] | I don' t create a character when I' m on the microphone |
| [03:36.96] | I am myself, no games to be played |
| [03:39.28] | No script to be written, no scene to be made |
| [03:41.79] | I am the director, as far as you are concerned |
| [03:44.42] | You don' t believe me, then you' ll have to learn |
| [03:47.20] | This ain' t as hard as MC Lyte can get |
| [03:49.78] | Matter of fact, you ain' t seen nothing yet |
| [03:52.96] | So never let me step into a party hardy |
| [03:55.56] | Talk to some people and then hear from somebody |
| [03:58.14] | ' You wanna battle?' cause you know where I am |
| [04:00.51] | You don' t wanna come in the 90' s and see me at a jam |
| [04:03.30] | When a mic is handy, ten feet away |
| [04:05.64] | I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet |
| [04:08.42] | Set assure, you know I don' t play |
| [04:11.11] | When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty |
| [04:13.98] | For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity |
| [04:17.20] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [04:19.51] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
| [04:22.42] | Beat biter, dope style taker |
| [04:24.74] | Tell you to your face you ain' t nothing but a faker |
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