Propa - MC Lyte, Beenie Man

We comin' down in '98

Set it straight

For all those that chose to contemplate

We gon' to it 'til the break

Rap is hip hop over populated

I made it but I’m still underrated

I go beep beep like a Motorola beeper

Your lines are hard but mines are much deeper

Creeper on the midnight stroll

Never need parole

Totally in control of my destiny

Here’s the best of me

On vinyl finally for all to see

I’m the only one here at the showdown

That don’t need a piece for the shit to go down

«What up Lyte?»

Nigga hell if I know

Trying to keep it real with all my little bros

Wanting to be a friend, some don’t believe

‘Cause in the past they been deceived

But I’m the motherfucker that breeds honesty

Tell you like it is and then leave you where you be

So from the east to the west the music is propa

So do it for me, mama

Original rapper

Other MCs slide down the gutter

Soft like butter

Name of the rapper

MC Lyte and Beenie Man deya

So do it to me, mama

Original rapper

Other MCs slide down the gutter

Soft like butter

So listen what my sister say

Now you know I gotta keep 2 just like Noah

From Brooklyn to the corner of Balboa

Get a fresh stock keep ‘em on lock

They wanna act like they don’t know the resume

Knowing that I leave shit up in disarray

Never will I ever have to say «Mother may I»

Be this fly until the day I die

Now I realize I don’t need alibis cuz I don’t lie

I’m way too wise

My head he will anoint

I’m the focal point

Have them all screaming, «Yo, that’s the joint!»

As if I didn’t know just how to rock a show

I’m the last dragon to attain the glow

My plans to be to make history

Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me

I got game for days in this entertainment shit

I rap shit, act shit, never that wack shit

I’m busting numbers, fuck the crap shit

Coast to coast, niggas know I float

Red eye flights, hitting licks I wrote

‘Cause my dynasty is ordained, I planned it

My reign?

Niggas can’t stand it!

They in denial while I’m on the prowl

More than six fouls blowing like Miles

I lay like tiles, crocodile smile

For the naysayers who wanna know how

My plans to be to make history

Can’t none of y’all rid hip hop of me

«Lyte who?»

Lyte the MC, baby!

My life and your life is a familiar

Every day they wanna put me in the media

But I really got mi steel boat formula

And I want to set it off like

MC want to take my place

Want to, give me space

don’t control my first place

So I fighting for second and third place

But everybody in the place

Simma dem wind up

the bass, yeah