Chord & lyrics

10% Dis

Key Ab major
Tempo 90 BPM
0
Guitar

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Verse 1]
[Eb]Hot[G]
[Em]damn[Gm],[C][G]
[Em][G]
hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
Hot [Gm]damn! Hot damn hoe,
[G]here we go again
Suckers steal a beat,
when you know they can't win
You stole the beat, are you havin fun?
Now [Gm]me a[G]nd the Aud's gonna
[C]show you how it's [G]done
You are what I label as a,
nerver plucker
You're pluckin my nerves,
you MC sucka
I thought I oughta tell you,
better yet warn
That I am like a stop, and my word is Bond
Like [Gm]James,
[G]killin everybody in sight
The code's three- six, the name is Lyte
After this jam,
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I'ma run and tell your
whole damn clan
That you're a

[Verse 2]
"Beat biter! Dope style [G]taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't
nuttin but a faker!"
(repeat 2X)
Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?
[F]Milk's

[Verse 3]
[G]
bodyguard, is my bodyguard too
You want to get hurt,
well this is what you do
You put your left foot up,
and then your right foot next
Follow instructions,
don't lose the context
Thirty days a month your mood is rude
We know the cause
of your bloody attitude

[Verse 4]
"Beat biter! Dope style [G]taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't
nuttin but a faker!"
(repeat 2X)

[Verse 5]
Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic
[G]
You shoulda won applause as
a Rakim sound- alike
Here's [Gm]a Milkbone, a
[C]sign of recogni[G]tion
Don't turn [Gm]away,
I [G]think you should listen close
Don't boast,
you said you wasn't braggin
You fuckin liar,
you're chasin a chuckwagon
The only way you learn
you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale,
then it can't be bought
When you leave the mic,
you claim it's smokin
Unlike Rakim, you are a Joke
And I think you oughta stop,
before you gets in too deep
Cause with a sister like Lyte,

[Verse 6]
yo I don't sleep
[G]
"Beat biter! Dope style taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't
nuttin but a faker!"

[Verse 7]
(repeat 2X)
[G]When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room
with a posse to kill
So I step in the middle,
shake it just a little
Wait for some female to step
up and pop junk
Give my cousin a cue,
treat the girl like a punk
Now I'm not tryin to say
that I'm into static
But yo if you cause it, yup,
we gotta have it
'Cause I ain't goin out
like a sucker no way
So I sit around the way for
you to make my day
We can go for the hands,
better yet for the words
'Cause you'll be ignored,
and at the same time, I'll be heard
Throughout [Gm]the city,
the [G]town and the country
[Gm]The beat is [G]funky, my rhyme is spunky
There is no delayin in the
rhyme I'm sayin
Neither are the flaws
of what my DJ is playin
So SIT BACK Jack, and listen to this
It's 10% Dis..
'Cause I'm just about
ready to fly this fist
Against your lips!
But I'll wait for the day or night
that you approach
And I'ma serve then burn
ya like a piece of, toast!
Pop you in the microwave
to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble,
a battle's no trouble
Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki
to get stupid
This thing called hip- hop, Lyte is rulin it
I hate to laugh in your face,
but you're funny
Your beat, your rhymin,
your timin, all crummy
On the topic of rappin,
I should write a pamphlet
Better yet a booklet..
Your rap is weak homegirl
And it's definitely crooked!
Others write your rhymes,
while I write my own
I don't create a character,
when I'm on the microphone
I am myself, no games to be played
No script to be written,
no scene to be made
I am the director,
as far as you are concerned
You don't believe me,
then you'll have to learn
This ain't as hard as MC Lyte can get
And matter of fact,
you ain't seen nothin yet!
So never let me step into a party hardy
Talk to some people and then hear
from somebody
'You want to battle?' cause
you know where I am
You don't want to come in the
90's and see me at a jam
When a, mic is handy, ten feet away
I stretch [Gm]my arm like [G]elastic,
head like a magnetic
Set assure, you know I don't play
When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I feel
a whole lot of pity

[Verse 8]
"Beat biter! Dope style [G]taker!
Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin
but a faker[F]!"

[Outro 1]
(repeat 2X)
[G][G]
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