Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn   Hot damn, hot damn hoe, here we go again   Suckers steal a beat, when you know they can?t win   You stole the beat, are you havin' fun?   Now, me and the Aud?s gonna show you how it?s 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 James, 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      Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker   Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker   (Hit me why don?tcha, hit me why don?tcha?)      Milk?s bodyguard, is my bodyguard too   You wanna 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      Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker   Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker      Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin' mic   You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike   Here?s a milkbone, a sign of recognition   Don?t turn away, I 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, yo, I don?t sleep      Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker   Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker      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 the city, the town and the country   The beat is 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 wanna battle? ?Cause you know where I am   You don?t wanna come in the 90?s and see me at a jam   When a, mic is handy, ten feet away   I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet      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      Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker   Beat biter, dope style taker   Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker