Outside of me, you try to me Young and black, that no mystery But inside runs like an ocean You couldn't understand if I spoke in slow
I'm tryin' hell to get some results But you can bet your ass that difficult They try to keep it down because I talk to a In other because I try to teach
But if I that yang-yang shit Like you touch this, that shit'll hit Don't we any morals anymore Or did rap the toll out the fuckin' door?
Well if it did, hardcore's to claim it I'ma it, change it, fuck it, rename it I got the plan, now make it effective You hip-hoppers, you got to be
And stop lettin' bullshit slide for rap Can't you see that it's a trap? I rap a cha, cha, cha and I sat and You liked that shit, you around the fuckin' clock
But when I talk of education, you fear Drugs and such, you don't hear that I pleased you, now I teach you Don't you try to bite the hand that'll lead you
To the pot of gold, the rainbow Lyte'll guide you, I the way to go So just close your and just take my hand Remember MC has the master plan We can go thick, in a You ain't nuttin' slick, I'm goin' kamikaze
Inside of me, you try to me Can you detect, can you see I'm Well, usually don't get upset But when I see shit gettin' pressed I get vexed
Turn on the video, what's mess? A to rap and I'm not impressed So just leave, get out my You lame sucker, you fuckin', no
Takin' up my airtime, that weak whack Full of, full of bullshit So step off or get stepped upon my rhymes they spray like D-Con 4 Do you more?
'Cause I floor any wanna gets with me So yo, your bags, and skedaddle Just walk, 'cause you don't battle
I got the button that'll get rid of emcees called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin' on your knees So quit takin' up on the CD rack You better prepare, 'cause Lyte gives no
Inside of me, dwells a maniacs Waitin' for the kickoff, for attack Who gives a fuck? Bring your in the 90's, Lyte is goin' kamikaze
Inside, no flipside Outside there's more than the eye So now you not because you're guessin' But because I told you so, I fess
Everyone to rap, what's this a wagon? Bring your and hop and start draggin' All you rappers, you're impersonators Sayin' I'll rap now and learn how to rap
No for that, time is too short And the rappin' gift it cannot be A solo artist? You be Maybe look better with a posse
But all that you're talkin', you sayin' shit So why you you at? I think you oughta quit Posses don't matter in the Here's a warning, Lyte is kamikaze