Slave 2 the Rhythm

Why is it that your watch stopped tickin, but you still keep clockin? And no matter how hard you jinx, I keep rockin Listen, hoe, cause I'm the Lyte one And if you're lookin for a fight, you found the right one (They call me Lyte) (And I'm a slave to the rhythm) (Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) [ VERSE 1 ] I'm not a procrastinator, or a instigator But when it comes to dope rhymes on the mic, I'm the creator I never look for trouble, but somehow it finds me But yo, I just conquer it, and leave it all behind me The L-y-t-e, very outspoken And when I rock a rhyme, sometimes I leave you chokin I'm the MC Lyte, comin live and direct I never lose a battle, cause I always come correct In any case I win, again and again You see Lyte is at the top till the very end And even though I may be short, believe, I don't take none Try your luck and we'll see who will get done I mean immediately, like quick fast Don't turn your back, cause this mic'll be in your ass And don't take what I say too lightly I beat you, defeat you so quietly Sneak up and hit you like a fuckin tornado Cause in the rap field Lyte's the fuckin a/k/a doe The capital L, the y to the e Shit, give me room and I'll slay an MC Whether it's in a crowd, or on the sneak tip I wax you and your posse watch you trip and flip As you drop the mic, cause you don't have the gift To rip a style, fast or slow (Why, Lyte?) Too busy hoein it, sniffin up blow Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm [ VERSE 2 ] Bein that I'm dissin, I was reminiscin You was at my show, yo, you was on a mission (Yo, what you tellin me, Lyte?) she was ass-kissin No show, you hoe, no work, you jerk (Cool, Lyte, I think her feelings are hurt) Alright, I'll chill and I'll come to my senses But next time you diss, think of the consequences Yo, I am no joke, I'm sharp like barbwire Try to touch me, yo, you're bound to catch a fire I never lose my cool, but if I do, yo, you're lost I be forced to show and prove exactly who's the boss Who gets the income - and then some I don't diss you for the money, I diss you for the fun Don't get mad, it's just a talent I was given What I'm sayin, I'm a slave to the rhythm [ VERSE 3 ] It took a whole album for you to try and diss me And ha-ha-ha, slum bitch, you still missed me But yo, I'm off the dissin tip, cause that takes no creation I'm into other things that bring me commendation So I rap about funny things, or issues that are serious Sometimes I rap a topic that leave my people curious And other times I diss to put one in their place If I diss you on wax, then I will diss you to your face Some say I'm foul, and they don't like the way I'm livin But yo, ask me if I care... I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave, I'm just a slave To the goddamn rhythm (They call me Lyte) (And I'm a slave to the rhythm) (Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party) 'Gangstress', don't make me laugh Ha-ha-ha And keep your eyes on this And keep your eyes on THIS (They call me Lyte) (And I'm a slave to the rhythm) (Funky fresh, dressed to impress, ready to party)