You wanna test, Lyte? Are you stupid?. You gotta be out of your fuckin' mind. MC Lyte is the don. Come down, MC Lyte, seen. . Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch.
I'm rhymin' and designin', also creatin'. The dope Def Rhyme that is always being taken. By a sucker MC that wants to be like me. No trait of originality.
(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).
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.
[MC Lyte]. One by one they fall in the darkness. I'm glad, that I could take part in this. And I'm hoping, that you just might. Get together and Search 4 the 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).
She stands with her head in the air. Sweet smell of perfume. Castanets, fan and a rose in her hair. Holds every heart in the room. . The eyes of a Spanish Dancer.
I used to play that pinball, I used to go outside. I had to spend my money, get on your bus and ride. I used to go out dancing, put on my high-heeled shoes.
Is anyone out there?. Does anybody listen or care anymore?. We are living on a dying planet,. We're killing everything that's alive,. And anyone who tries to deny it.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the sky. As if someone is watching,. Someone hears every word.. . We are filled with regrets, it was such a short time,.
Some friends of mine I never met called me the other day. They was gonna have a party and they called me to say. Hey Joe, how ya doin', how's your album, how's your tour.
You lost your color when you painted the town. Paintin' by the numbers. You headed for the lobby, but you never came down. Is it any wonder?. You end up sittin' in a second hand store.
All my hustlers say bow. . Pull up to the club, we be styling like wow. Futuristic swag, got the girls going wild. It's V.I.C. and J., time to shut it down.
Happy, we are when we choose to wear the blindfold. And mark our own day with a parade and a song. . In our minds, our fathers have died and we realize.
Shame, shame, shame, shame. . Lift my legs, lift my legs. Lift my legs, lift my legs. Lift my legs and drop the complaints. . Of your life and your wife.
Walked with no one and talked with no one. And I had nothing but shadows. Then one morning you passed. And I brightened at last. Now I greet the day and complete the day.
Sweet and lovely sweeter than the roses in May. Sweet and lovely heaven must have sent her my way. Skies above me never were as blue as her eyes. And she loves me, who would want a sweeter surprise.