Mc Lyte - Kamikaze Lyrics

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Outside of me you try to picture me

Young and black that ain't no mystery

But inside runs deep like an ocean

You couldn't understand if i spoke in slow motion

I'm tryin' like hell to get some results

But you can bet your ass that it's difficult

They try to keep it down because i talk to a beat

In other words because i try to teach

But if i talk that yang-yang shit

Like you can't touch this that shit'll hit

Don't we have any morals anymore

Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin' door?

Well if it did hardcore's back to claim it

I'ma take it change it fuck it rename it

I got the plan now let's make it effective

You hip-hoppers you got to be selective

And stop lettin' that bullshit slide for rap

Can't you see that it's a brainwash trap?

I rap a cha cha cha and i sat and watched

You liked that shit you rock around the fuckin' clock

But when i talk of education you fear that

Drugs and such you don't wanna hear that

First i pleased you now i teach you

Don't you dare try to bite the hand that'll lead you

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To the pot of gold over the rainbow

Lyte'll guide you i know the way to go

So just close your eyes and just take my hand

Remember mc lyte has the master plan

We can go thick in a posse

You ain't said nuttin' slick i'm goin' kamikaze

Inside of me you try to picture me

Can you detect can you see i'm angry?

Well usually lyte don't get upset

But when i see wack shit gettin' pressed i get vexed

Turn on the video what's this mess?

A disgrace to rap and i'm not impressed

So just leave get out my domain

You lame sucker you fuckin' no name

Takin' up my airtime with that weak whack

Full of full of bullshit rhyme

So step off roach or get stepped upon

Because my rhymes they spray like d-con 4

Do you want more?

'cause i floor any emcee

That wanna gets with me

So yo pack your bags and skedaddle

Just walk 'cause you don't wanna battle

I got the button that'll get rid of wack emcees

It's called the brooklynizer have you beggin' on your knees

So quit takin' up space on the cd rack

You better prepare 'cause lyte gives no slack

Inside of me dwells a hundred maniacs

Waitin' for the kickoff waitin' for attack

Who gives a fuck? bring your posse

'cause in the 90's lyte is goin' kamikaze

Inside there's no flipside

Outside there's more than meets the eye

So now you know not because you're guessin'

But because i told you so i never fess

Everyone wants to rap what's this a wagon?

Bring your band and hop and start draggin'

All you rappers you're fuckin' impersonators

Sayin' i'll rap now and learn how to rap later

No time for that time is too short

And the rappin' gift it cannot be bought

A solo artist? you can't be

Maybe you'll look better with a posse

But all that you're talkin' you ain't sayin' shit

So why you where you at? i think you oughta quit

Posses don't matter in the 90's

Here's a warning lyte is goin' kamikaze

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