Yo Milk, that's super duper

I think I need a soundcheck

Hit me with a sample

Yeah, now what about that dope stuff?

Alright, now give me a 808

Now let the beat roll..



[ VERSE 1 ]

Any competition, checkers or chess

Whatever the game, Lyte'll never fess

But did you say rappin? Cause I'm with it

I hold the title, you might as well forget it

You can put me to the test, I'll prove I am the best

You'll be the last coockoo to fly over the nest

Try to dis this? Nah..

You'll be the only scarface in the place

Cause I'll rip out your eyes, cut your tongue off

You can't talk no more and let the bullshit walk

In this lifetime you're no MC

You're just labelled in bold black ink as a wanna-be

Now that I pulled your card and I read you

I should punish those that misled you

Into thinkin that you was just too good

I beat your ass in your own neighborhood

I have yet to threaten you with sticks and stones

That'll hurt your bones



[ CHORUS ]

I'm just throwin words at you

(Wick-wick-wack)--> KRS-One

(Worrrd)

Can you catch em, the words I'm throwin at you?

(Wick-wick-wack)

(Worrrd)

Look, I'm just throwin words at you

(Wick-wick-wack)--> KRS-One

(Worrrd)

Can you catch em, the words I'm throwin at you?



(Wick-wick-wack)

(Worrrd)



[ VERSE 2 ]

I step in a jam, they know who I am

All I do is smile and the crowds go wild

MC Lyte's on top of the pile

Waitin to put a sucker in her place

Won't hesitate to dis a bitch to her face

Cause you're a half-assed MC, a part-time hooker

When talent was given out, they overlooked ya

I rock ya blindfolded, better yet with no mic

Hype it acappella,