[ 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 can't dance   I'm not a dancer, that's what Leg 1 and 2 are for   I master the rhyme, that's what I get paid for   They say two extras, yo, it's all in the rhyme   And if you look hard, you can see I work overtime   This is a warning, a due day is dawning   I thought I ought to tell you, so you can start mourning   So put your black on and your best black shoes   And keep your ears open, cause this is today's news   Extra, extra, read all about it   (It's about MC Lyte!) the boy shouted   First time in history you thought to buy a paper   Cause I was on the inside picture on the cover   Oopsy daisy, I should be more modest   But hey, what can I say, I was brought up to be honest   Like a Rican rides a Caddy I'm with this beat, chief   The only time they complain is when it's too brief   But other than that they long for me to go on   On my birth certificate it states: 'star is born'   Sample up the sound if you will   Raps by Lyte, production King Of Chill   So watch the solar system, never stop lookin   Cause up and on the rise is the planet Brooklyn   You can compare me to crackers and cheese   But don't compare me to a sucker MC   See, cause crackers and cheese, yo, that shit is good   But sucker MC's ain't as good as they should   Be, see, they lack, so Lyte must tax   Not much, just enough to see if they can move it   Show and prove to see that they can get into it   Try your best, a useful strategy   And after practice, if you're still raggedy   Then and only then can you be called a sucker MC   Sucker   I hate long good-bye's, so I'll just say farewell   Any last comments, Lyte fans do tell   I got you locked on, so now I'm gonna free ya   Okay, here we go, stop, see ya      (See ya) (see ya) (see ya)...