10,000 Hours

Yeah
 It's PRETTYMUCH
 They say (what?), time is money (okay)
 You know I'm still young (yeah), gonna spend all mine on you
 Practice (hey), it makes perfect (woo)
 So when you show up (come here), gonna put this time to use
 Nights on nights on nights (woo)
 Days on days on days (woo)
 Clock work, night work, homework
 We don't take no breaks (woo)
 I get A's on A's (woo)
 Ain't gotta calculate
 Clock work, night work, homework
 Babe, I'm 'bout to take
 10,000 hours of loving you
 We gon' get it right, get it right, baby
 10,000 hours of loving you
 Do it every night, every night, baby
 I'll put in the time if you let me (oh oh)
 I'll fill up your mind with some mem'ries
 Babe, I'm 'bout to take to take 10,000 hours of loving you
 We gon' get it right, get it right, baby
 Your body (hey), it's a problem (goddamn)
 Let me study (woo), get some knowledge from you, yeah
 We can (yeah), do this often (okay)
 Listen, trust me (trust me), you should cancel all your plans
 Nights on nights on nights (oh yeah)
 Days on days on days (oh yeah)
 Clock work, night work, homework
 We don't take no breaks
 I get A's on A's (aye)
 Ain't gotta calculate (yeah yeah)
 Ct I label as a, nerver plucker
 You're pluckin my nerves, you mc sucka
 I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn
 That I am like a stop, and my word is bond
 Like james, killin everybody in sight
 The code's three-six, the name is lyte
 After this jam, I really don't give a damn
 Cause i'ma run and tell your whole damn clan
 That you're a
 Beat biter! dope style taker!
 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!
 (repeat 2x)
 Hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha?
 Milk's bodyguard, is my bodyguard too
 You wanna get hurt, well this is what you do
 You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next
 Follow instructions, don't lose the context
 Thirty days a month your mood is rude
 We know the cause of your bloody attitude
 Beat biter! dope style taker!
 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!
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 Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin mic
 You shoulda won applause as a rakim sound-alike
 Here's a milkbone, a sign of recognition
 Don't turn away, I think you should listen close
 Don't boast, you said you wasn't braggin
 You fuckin liar, you're chasin a chuckwagon
 The only way you learn you have to be taught
 That if a beat is not for sale, then it can't be bought
 When you leave the mic, you claim it's smokin
 Unlike rakim, you are a joke
 And I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep
 Cause with a sister like lyte, yo I don't sleep
 Beat biter! dope style taker!
 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!
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 When I'm in a jam, with my homegirl jill
 My cousin trey across the room with a posse to kill
 So I step in the middle, shake it just a little
 Wait for some female to step up and pop junk
 Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk
 Now I'm not tryin to say that I'm into static
 But yo if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it
 Cause I ain't goin out like a sucker no way
 So I sit around the way for you to make my day
 We can go for the hands, better yet for the words
 Cause you'll be ignored, and at the same time, I'll be heard
 Throughout the city, the town and the country
 The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky
 There is no delayin in the rhyme I'm sayin
 Neither are the flaws of what my dj is playin
 So sit back jack, and listen to this
 It's 10% dis.
 Cause I'm just about ready to fly this fist
 Against your lips!
 But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach
 And i'ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast!
 Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
 Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble
 Get my homegirls dohni and kiki to get stupid
 This thing called hip-hop, lyte is rulin it
 I hate to laugh in your face, but you're funny
 Your beat, your rhymin, your timin, all crummy
 On the topic of rappin, I should write a pamphlet
 Better yet a booklet.
 Your rap is weak homegirl
 And it's definitely crooked!
 Others write your rhymes, while I write my own
 I don't create a character, when I'm on the microphone
 I am myself, no games to be played
 No script to be written, no scene to be made
 I am the director, as far as you are concerned
 You don't believe me, then you'll have to learn
 This ain't as hard as mc lyte can get
 And matter of fact, you ain't seen nothin yet!
 So never let me step into a party hardy
 Talk to some people and then hear from somebody
 'you wanna battle? ' cause you know where I am
 You don't wanna come in the 90's and see me at a jam
 When a, mic is handy, ten feet away
 I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnetic
 Set assure, you know I don't play
 When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty
 For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity
 Beat biter! dope style taker!
 Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!
 (repeat 2x)
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