Slave 2 the Rhythm

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 ]