Survival Of The Fittest (remix) Lyrics - Eyes On This - Mc Lyte

[ Gizmo ] 

Yo King, man, who we working with today? 

[ King Of Chill ] 

Ah - Lyte 

[ Gizmo ] 

Bud Light? 

[ King Of Chill ] 

Nah Giz, MC Lyte 

[ Gizmo ] 

Yo Milk 

[ both ] 

Kick it 

(Survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek) 

[ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ] 

Never does one know the force that is in them 

Till some puss jumps up and offends them 

Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate 

Those that try to front and try to perpetrate 

Like they know me well when they don't know me at all 

Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'I'll give you a call' 

Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit 

When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits 

Like Shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed 

Like MC Lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed 

Each and every time you try to play me 

I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked 

So when I see you, you better be fully strapped 

At all times, cause it only takes Lyte one time, and one time only 

I'm the microphone controller, MC sucker folder 

Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen 

If it was dark - you know what I mean? 

So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary 

Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury 

Those who try to know me before they meet me 

You can't grow on me, so don't greet me 

I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe 

Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe 

I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me 

I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me 

I seen people taken advantage of 

In situations like money, trust and love 

I have no time for petty things that are trivial 

Like who'll dance with me if I can't dance 

I'm not a dancer, that's what Leg 1 and 2 are for 

I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for 

They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme 

And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime 

This is a warning, a due day is dawning 

I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning 

So put your black on and your best black shoes 

And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news 

Extra, extra, read all about it 

(It's about MC Lyte!) the boy shouted 

First time in history you thought to buy a paper 

Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover 

Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest 

But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest 

Like a Rican rides a Caddy I'm with this beat, chief 

The only time they complain is when it's too brief 

But other than that they long for me to go on 

On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born' 

Sample up the sound if you will 

Raps by Lyte, production King Of Chill 

So watch the solar system, never stop lookin 

Cause up and on the rise is the planet Brooklyn 

You can compare me to crackers and cheese 

But don't compare me to a sucker MC 

See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good 

But sucker MC's ain't as good as they should 

Be, see, they lack, so Lyte must tax 

Not much, just enough to see if they can move it 

Show and prove to see that they can get into it 

Try your best, a useful strategy 

And after practice, if you're still raggedy 

Then and only then can you be called a sucker MC 

Sucker 

I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell 

Any last comments, Lyte fans do tell 

I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya 

Okay, here we go, stop, see ya 

(See ya) (see ya) (see ya)...