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Outside of me, you try to picture me Young and black, that ain`t no mystery But inside runs deep like an ocean You couldn`t understand if I spoke in slow motion I`m tryin like hell to get some results But you can bet your ass that it`s difficult They try to keep it down, because I talk to a beat in other words, because I try to TEACH But if I talk that yang-yang shit like "U Can`t Touch This," that shit`ll hit Don`t we have any morals anymore? Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin door? Well if it did, hardcore`s back to claim it I`ma take it, change it, FUCK IT, rename it I got the plan, now let`s make it effective You hip-hoppers you GOT to be selective And stop lettin that BULLSHIT slide for rap Can`t you see that it`s a brainwash.. trap? I rap a Cha Cha Cha, and I sat and watched You liked that shit, you rock around the fuckin clock But when I talk of education, you fear that Drugs and such, you don`t wanna hear that First I pleased you, now I teach you DON`T YOU DARE try to bite the hand that`ll lead you to the pot of gold, over the rainbow Lyte`ll guide you, I know the way to go So just close your eyes and just take my hand Remember MC Lyte has the master plan We can go THICK, in a posse You ain`t said nuttin slick, I`m goin kamikaze
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Inside of me, you try to picture me Can you detect, can you see I`m angry? Well usually Lyte don`t get upset But when I see wack shit gettin pressed I get VEXED Turn on the video -- what`s this mess? A disgrace to rap and I`m not impressed So just leave, get out my domain You lame sucker, you fuckin no-name Takin up my airtime, with that WEAK WHACK FULL OF FULL OF BULLSHIT RHYME so step off ROACH, or get stepped upon Because my rhymes they spray like D-Con 4 Do you want more? Cause I floor.. ANY emcee that wanna gets with me So yo, pack your bags, and skedaddle Just walk, cause you don`t wanna battle I got the button that`ll get rid of wack emcees It`s called the Brooklynizer, have you beggin on your knees So quit takin up space on the CD rack You better prepare, cause Lyte gives no slack Inside of me, dwells a hundred maniacs Waitin for the kickoff, waitin for attack Who gives a FUCK?? Bring your posse! Cause in the 90`s, Lyte is goin kamikaze
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Inside -- there`s no flipside Outside there`s more than meets the eye So now you know, not because you`re guessin But because I told you so, I never fess Everyone wants to rap, what`s this a wagon? Bring your band and hop and start draggin All you rappers, you`re fuckin impersonators Sayin I`ll rap now, and learn how to rap later No time for that, time is too short And the rappin gift it can not be bought A solo artist - HAH, you can`t be Maybe you`ll look BETTER with a posse But all that you`re talkin, you ain`t sayin shit! So why you where you at? I think you oughta quit Posses don`t MATTER in the 90`s Here`s a warning -- Lyte is goin kamikaze!
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