(11 seconds of audio collage at the intro)



*MC Lyte's voice gradually fades in*



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!""

(repeat 2X)



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!""

(repeat 2X)



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 oug