Propa

[Intro: MC Lyte] We comin' down in '98 Set it straight For all those that chose to contemplate We gon' to it 'til the break [Verse 1: MC Lyte] 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 [Chorus: Beenie Man] 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 [Verse 2: MC Lyte] 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3: MC Lyte] 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! [Chorus] [Verse 4: Beenie Man] 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 [Chorus]