Slave 2 the Rhythm Lyrics
| Song | Slave 2 the Rhythm |
| Artist | MC Lyte |
| Album | Eyes on This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MC Lyte, Pee MD | |
| 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) (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 ] |
| zuo ci : MC Lyte, Pee MD | |
| 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 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 Lyte, 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 asskissin | |
| 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 hahaha, 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 | |
| Hahaha 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 |
| zuò cí : MC Lyte, Pee MD | |
| 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 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 Lyte, 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 asskissin | |
| 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 hahaha, 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 | |
| Hahaha 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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