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Shut the Eff Up! (Hoe)

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(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy

I've been too nice too long

Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty) --> Millie Jackson(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot) (damn) (hoe)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Hot damn)[ VERSE 1 ]

Before this jam starts I'm simply stating

You have all waited, now you can stop waiting

Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30

Or shall I got straight to 80 percent?

Aw, it doesn't matter, when you're dissed, you're dissed

The party's not over, it's just beginning

Because Lyte is winning (What are you winning?)

Any battle in any competition

'The Gangstress'? Ha, you're on a wack journey

(Hoe) Headed for nowhere, with time to spare

So I'ma kick this rhyme right now and right here

I'd tell your name, but that would give you fame

And I ain't out to give you what you don't have

So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh

I could diss, call you names and make fun of you

(Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into speakin the truth

Like a watchtower, hour by the hour

Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin

Milk keeps the beat (I keep the beat)

With the tap of his feet (With the tap of my feet)

When he count it down (When I count it down

6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate[ CHORUS ]

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Shut the fuck up)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Shut the fuck up)

(Hot damn, hoe)

(Shut the fuck up)

(Here we) (here we)

(Gon' be some shit)

(Here we go again)[ VERSE 2 ]

The first thing you ask yourself is why do I bother?

When you should really ask: where is the father?

(Where is the father?) of your child, aren't we wild?

You get around like a cab, now that's too bad

Everyone has been in you, isn't that sad?

Bodily vibrations? Don't make me laugh

Weight Watchers is waiting, here's a free pass

You ain't gettin loose, you fuckin jerk

And you ain't gettin paid, you're just gettin laid

Sexin and suckin, yeah, that is your trade

Put on this earth just to distract me

Get those to write rhymes and try to attack me

You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding

Tell me, why must I keep reminding

You to step back, let the Lyte shine

Do not take shit till you write your own rhymes[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3 ]

Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon

Don't dare to sleep or even prey on

The Lyte is too wicked, too worthy, too strong

And the rhymes I create are made to last long

Let me wise you up, rappin isn't a sport

You either have to teach yourself, or you have to be taught

And being that you are not wise enough to do it on your own

The ones that write your rhymes might as well hold your microphone

Dropped a little vinyl, now you think you're large

Step aside, Lyte Thee MC is in charge

Don't sleep on me, I'm far, far, far from dumb

So roll correctly if you decide to come

MC sucker, this is what you waited for

I'm sick of the battle, let's go to war

Why do you challenge me, Lyte Thee MC

Did not you know that I am crazy?

My screws are quite loose, in fact I don't have any

But when it comes to rhymes, I've got many

Like I said and will have to say

Over and over, cause you disobey

Here on this earth I reign superior

One of these days I will have to get with ya

Tear you up mentally, from limb to limb

Cause I am the Lyte, and you are just paperthin[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 4 ]

I sensed it, predicted it, knew it would happen

You plopped off fast on the scene and start rappin

Now it is my duty, to all MC's

To ask you to go elsewhere, pronto, please

Now I was quite polite, nice I might add

But you insist on stayin, that makes me mad

But then again I don't mind, I've got someone to pick on

Write rhymes to diss and even play tricks on

You ain't really down, you wig-wearin clown

Burrowin money to buy an outfit

Not even good enough for a Sunday picnic

I ask you: do you know who you're fuckin with?

With those bubble gum jeans and those 2 for 1 skips

I'm MC Lyte a/k/a MC Payback

Payback is a bitch, and I'm givin you no slack

Unfinished Business, that shit was wack

So Lyte made no attempt to strike back

But here we go again, what is Light's Out?

Let me ask what the bomboclut you a-chat about?

Let me say next time that you feel pissed

I suggest that you don't try to diss[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 5 ]

You better watch what you say to me, cause I can get evil

The things that I'm capable of are unbelievable

In 10% I popped your head in a microwave

I'm into blenders now, so you better behave

Or put you in a toaster, because you're gettin toasted

Better yet an oven, because you're gettin roasted

Don't listen to your rhyme writers, cause yo, they souped you

You ain't dope, you can't cope, they musta dooked you

You musta had some wack crack (real wack crack)

Sent you on a mission, and now you're comin back

But let me school ya, Lyte is runnin this show

So yo, hoe, I think you oughta go

Before Lyte Thee MC gets into it (into it)

But remember, you forced me to do it[ CHORUS ]Yo, now you know

And no one's have to battle

Slime

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