MC Lyte - Slave 2 The Rhythm (Explicit LP Version)

Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin?And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockinListen, hoe, cause I'm the lyte oneAnd 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)I'm not a procrastinator, or a instigatorBut when it comes to d**e rhymes on the mic, I'm the creatorI never look for trouble, but somehow it finds meBut yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind meThe l-y-t-e, very outspokenAnd when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokinI'm mc lyte, comin live and directI never lose a battle, cause I always come correctIn any case I win, again and againYou see lyte is at the top till the very endAnd even though I may be short, believe, I don't take noneTry your luck and we'll see who will get doneI mean immediately, like quick fastDon't turn your back, cause this mic'll be in your a**And don't take what I say too lightlyI beat you, defeat you so quietlySneak up and hit you like a f**kin tornadoCause in the rap field lyte's the f**kin a/k/a doeThe capital l, the y to the eSh*t, give me room and I'll slay an mcWhether it's in a crowd, or on the sneak tipI wax you and your posse watch you trip and flipAs you drop the mic, cause you don't have the giftTo rip a style, fast or slow(Why, lyte? ) too busy hoein it, sniffin up blowDon't get mad, it's just a talent I was givenWhat I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythmBein that I'm dissin, I was reminiscinYou was at my show, yo, you was on a mission(Yo, what you tellin me, lyte? ) she was a**-kissinNo 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 sensesBut next time you diss, think of the consequencesYo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like barbwireTry to touch me, yo, you're bound to catch a fireI never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you're lostI be forced to show and prove exactly who's the bossWho gets the income and then someI don't diss you for the money, I diss you for the funDon't get mad, it's just a talent I was givenWhat I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythmIt took a whole album for you to try and diss meAnd ha-ha-ha, slum b**ch, you still missed meBut yo, I'm off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creationI'm into other things that bring me accommodationSo I rap about funny things, or issues that are seriousSometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curiousAnd other times I diss to put one in their placeIf I diss you on wax, then I will diss you to your faceSome say I'm foul, and they don't like the way I'm livinBut yo, ask me if I careI'm just a slave, I'm just a slave, I'm just a slaveTo 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 laughHa-ha-haAnd keep your eyes on thisAnd 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)