Kamikaze

歌詞

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 .. 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 .. 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!