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恩西萊特
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Slave 2 The Rhythm
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) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (and i'm a slave to the rhythm)
(funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)
[ verse 1 ] 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
[ verse 2 ] 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
[ verse 3 ] 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 commodation 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)
[ slave 2 the rhythm disses antoinette ]
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