[ 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