[ Gizmo ]
Yo King, man, who we working with today?
[ King Of Chill ]
Ah - Lyte
[ Gizmo ]
Bud Light?
[ King Of Chill ]
Nah Giz, MC Lyte
[ Gizmo ]
Yo Milk
[ both ]
Kick it
(Survival of the fittest overcomes the weak meek)
[ VERSE 1: MC Lyte ]
Never does one know the force that is in them
Till some puss jumps up and offends them
Then I have to subtract, minus and eliminate
Those that try to front and try to perpetrate
Like they know me well when they don't know me at all
Sayin 'hi', 'how you're doin' and 'I'll give you a call'
Then, to top it off, sayin they'll visit
When they don't know the zip code, much less the digits
Like Shelly says, sometimes you have to get kuffed
Like MC Lyte says, yo, you're gonna get buffed
Each and every time you try to play me
I'm not the egg to be cracked, the digem to be smacked
So when I see you, you better be fully strapped
At all times, cause it only takes Lyte one time, and one time only
I'm the microphone controller, MC sucker folder
Lyte'll take you places you never would've seen
If it was dark - you know what I mean?
So show appreciation, gratitude, it is necessary
Cause when I hear weak rhymes, I am quick to bury
Those who try to know me before they meet me
You can't grow on me, so don't greet me
I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-believe
Pronto, move back, give me space to breathe
I'm not a push-over, so don't push up on me
I'm not a sidewalk, so don't try to walk on me
I seen people taken advantage of
In situations like money, trust and love
I have no time for petty things that are trivial
Like who'll dance with me if I