Why is it that your watch stopped tickin but you still keep clockin?
And no matter how hard you jinx I keep rockin
Listen hoe cause I'm the lyte one

And 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)


[ verse 1 ]
I'm not a procrastinator or a instigator

But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic I'm the creator
I never look for trouble but somehow it finds me
But yo I just conquer it and leave it all behind me

The l-y-t-e very outspoken
And when I rock a rhyme sometimes I leave you chokin
I'm mc lyte comin live and direct

I never lose a battle cause I always come correct
In any case I win again and again
You see lyte is at the top till the very end

And even though I may be short believe I don't take none
Try your luck and we'll see who will get done
I mean immediately like quick fast

Don't turn your back cause this mic'll be in your $$#
And don't take what I say too lightly
I beat you defeat you so quietly

Sneak up and hit you like a $#&@in tornado
Cause in the rap field lyte's the $#&@in a/k/a doe
The capital l the y to the e

%#@! give me room and I'll slay an mc
Whether it's in a crowd or on the sneak tip
I wax you and your posse watch you trip and flip

As you drop the mic cause you don't have the gift
To rip a style fast or slow
(why lyte? ) too busy hoein it sniffin up blow

Don't get mad it's just a talent I was given
What I'm sayin I'm a slave to the rhythm


[ verse 2 ]
Bein that I'm dissin I was reminiscin
You was at my show yo you was on a mission

(yo what you tellin me lyte? ) she was $$#-kissin
No 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 senses
But next time you diss think of the consequences
Yo I am no joke I'm sharp like barbwire

Try to touch me yo you're bound to catch a fire
I never lose my cool but if I do yo you're lost
I be forced to show and prove exactly who's the boss

Who gets the income - and then some
I don't diss you for the money I diss you for the fun
Don't get mad it's just a talent I was given

What I'm sayin I'm a slave to the rhythm

[ verse 3 ]

It took a whole album for you to try and diss me
And ha-ha-ha slum (*##$ you still missed me
But yo I'm off the dissin tip cause that takes no creation

I'm into other things that bring me commodation
So I rap about funny things or issues that are serious
Sometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curious

And other times I diss to put one in their place
If I diss you on wax then I will diss you to your face
Some say I'm foul and they don't like the way I'm livin

But yo ask me if I care...
I'm just a slave I'm just a slave I'm just a slave
To the !@#$ 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 laugh
Ha-ha-ha
And keep your eyes on this
And 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)

[ slave 2 the rhythm disses antoinette ]