Slave 2 the Rhythm

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 choking I'm the MC Lyte, coming 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 fucking tornado 'Cause in the rap field Lyte's the fucking AKA 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 hoeing it, sniffing 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 reminiscing You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission (Yo, what you telling me, Lyte?) She was ass-kissing 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 commendation 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)