[{"id":6203110,"name":"10% Dis","trackName":"10% Dis","artistName":"MC Lyte","albumName":"The Very Best of MC Lyte","duration":302.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)\n\n*Mc lyte's voice gradually fades in*\n\nHot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn\nHot damn! hot damn hoe, here we go again\nSuckers steal a beat, when you know they can't win\nYou stole the beat, are you havin fun?\nNow me and the aud's gonna show you how it's done\nYou are what I label as a, nerver plucker\nYou're pluckin my nerves, you mc sucka\nI thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn\nThat I am like a stop, and my word is bond\nLike james, killin everybody in sight\nThe code's three-six, the name is lyte\nAfter this jam, I really don't give a damn\nCause i'ma run and tell your whole damn clan\nThat you're a\n\nBeat biter! dope style taker!\nTell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nHit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?\nMilk's bodyguard, is my bodyguard too\nYou wanna get hurt, well this is what you do\nYou put your left foot up, and then your right foot next\nFollow instructions, don't lose the context\nThirty days a month your mood is rude\nWe know the cause of your bloody attitude\n\nBeat biter! dope style taker!\nTell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nYour style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic\nYou shoulda won applause as a rakim sound-alike\nHere's a milkbone, a sign of recognition\nDon't turn away, I think you should listen close\nDon't boast, you said you wasn't braggin\nYou fuckin liar, you're chasin a chuckwagon\nThe only way you learn you have to be taught\nThat if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought\nWhen you leave the mic, you claim it's smokin\nUnlike rakim, you are a joke\nAnd I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep\nCause with a sister like lyte, yo I don't sleep\n\nBeat biter! dope style taker!\nTell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!\n(Repeat 2x)\n\nWhen I'm in a jam, with my homegirl jill\nMy cousin trey across the room with a posse to kill\nSo I step in the middle, shake it just a little\nWait for some female to step up and pop junk\nGive my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk\nNow I'm not tryin to say that I'm into static\nBut yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it\nCause I ain't goin out like a sucker no way\nSo I sit around the way for you to make my day\nWe can go for the hands, better yet for the words\nCause you'll be ignored, and at the same time, I'll be heard\nThroughout the city, the town and the country\nThe beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky\nThere is no delayin in the rhyme I'm sayin\nNeither are the flaws of what my dj is playin\nSo sit back jack, and listen to this\nIt's 10% dis.\nCause I'm just about ready to fly this fist\nAgainst your lips!\nBut I'll wait for the day or night that you approach\nAnd i'ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!\nPop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble\nYour skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble\nGet my homegirls dohni and kiki to get stupid\nThis thing called hip-hop, lyte is rulin it\nI hate to laugh in your face, but you're funny\nYour beat, your rhymin, your timin, all crummy\nOn the topic of rappin, I should write a pamphlet\nBetter yet a booklet.\nYour rap is weak homegirl\nAnd it's definitely crooked!\nOthers write your rhymes, while I write my own\nI don't create a character, when I'm on the microphone\nI am myself, no games to be played\nNo script to be written, no scene to be made\nI am the director, as far as you are concerned\nYou don't believe me, then you'll have to learn\nThis ain't as hard as mc lyte can get\nAnd matter of fact, you ain't seen nothin yet!\nSo never let me step into a party hardy\nTalk to some people and then hear from somebody\n'You wanna battle? ' cause you know where I am\nYou don't wanna come in the 90's and see me at a jam\nWhen a, mic is handy, ten feet away\nI stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnetic\nSet assure, you know I don't play\nWhen it comes down to it, the nitty gritty\nFor a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity\n\nBeat biter! dope style taker!\nTell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!\n(Repeat 2x)","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.62] (11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)\n[00:08.07] *Mc lyte's voice gradually fades in*\n[00:14.81] Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn\n[00:17.33] Hot damn! hot damn hoe, here we go again\n[00:19.92] Suckers steal a beat, when you know they can't win\n[00:22.33] You stole the beat, are you havin fun?\n[00:24.81] Now me and the aud's gonna show you how it's done\n[00:27.54] You are what I label as a, nerver plucker\n[00:30.38] You're pluckin my nerves, you mc sucka\n[00:32.80] I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn\n[00:35.58] That I am like a stop, and my word is bond\n[00:38.28] Like james, killin everybody in sight\n[00:40.95] The code's three-six, the name is lyte\n[00:43.54] After this jam, I really don't give a damn\n[00:46.59] Cause i'ma run and tell your whole damn clan\n[00:48.64] That you're a\n[00:49.81] Beat biter! dope style taker!\n[00:51.89] Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!\n[00:54.55] (Repeat 2x)\n[00:57.32] Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?\n[00:59.62] Milk's bodyguard, is my bodyguard too\n[01:02.24] You wanna get hurt, well this is what you do\n[01:04.78] You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next\n[01:07.64] Follow instructions, don't lose the context\n[01:10.79] Thirty days a month your mood is rude\n[01:13.04] We know the cause of your bloody attitude\n[01:15.64] Beat biter! dope style taker!\n[01:18.59] Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!\n[01:21.29] (Repeat 2x)\n[01:26.45] Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic\n[01:29.04] You shoulda won applause as a rakim sound-alike\n[01:31.71] Here's a milkbone, a sign of recognition\n[01:34.23] Don't turn away, I think you should listen close\n[01:37.46] Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin\n[01:39.75] You fuckin liar, you're chasin a chuckwagon\n[01:42.55] The only way you learn you have to be taught\n[01:44.90] That if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought\n[01:47.56] When you leave the mic, you claim it's smokin\n[01:50.30] Unlike rakim, you are a joke\n[01:52.79] And I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep\n[01:56.16] Cause with a sister like lyte, yo I don't sleep\n[01:58.98] Beat biter! dope style taker!\n[02:01.27] Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!\n[02:03.92] (Repeat 2x)\n[02:09.12] When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl jill\n[02:11.57] My cousin trey across the room with a posse to kill\n[02:14.17] So I step in the middle, shake it just a little\n[02:16.74] Wait for some female to step up and pop junk\n[02:19.46] Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk\n[02:22.12] Now I'm not tryin to say that I'm into static\n[02:24.86] But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it\n[02:27.68] Cause I ain't goin out like a sucker no way\n[02:30.06] So I sit around the way for you to make my day\n[02:32.75] We can go for the hands, better yet for the words\n[02:35.43] Cause you'll be ignored, and at the same time, I'll be heard\n[02:38.54] Throughout the city, the town and the country\n[02:41.00] The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky\n[02:43.69] There is no delayin in the rhyme I'm sayin\n[02:46.24] Neither are the flaws of what my dj is playin\n[02:48.89] So sit back jack, and listen to this\n[02:51.43] It's 10% dis.\n[02:53.98] Cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist\n[02:56.71] Against your lips!\n[02:59.56] But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach\n[03:02.25] And i'ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!\n[03:04.86] Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble\n[03:07.42] Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble\n[03:10.25] Get my homegirls dohni and kiki to get stupid\n[03:12.93] This thing called hip-hop, lyte is rulin it\n[03:15.72] I hate to laugh in your face, but you're funny\n[03:18.04] Your beat, your rhymin, your timin, all crummy\n[03:20.80] On the topic of rappin, I should write a pamphlet\n[03:23.80] Better yet a booklet.\n[03:26.21] Your rap is weak homegirl\n[03:28.52] And it's definitely crooked!\n[03:31.33] Others write your rhymes, while I write my own\n[03:33.79] I don't create a character, when I'm on the microphone\n[03:36.88] I am myself, no games to be played\n[03:39.47] No script to be written, no scene to be made\n[03:42.05] I am the director, as far as you are concerned\n[03:44.50] You don't believe me, then you'll have to learn\n[03:47.43] This ain't as hard as mc lyte can get\n[03:50.14] And matter of fact, you ain't seen nothin yet!\n[03:52.96] So never let me step into a party hardy\n[03:55.79] Talk to some people and then hear from somebody\n[03:58.48] 'You wanna battle? 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