10% Dis Lyrics

[Interlude]
A world premiere
Alright, whose beat did you steal this time?
A world premiere
Whose beat did you steal this time?


[Intro]
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn

[Verse 1]
Hot damn, ho, here we go again
Suckers steal a beat when you know they can't win
You stole the beat, are you having fun?
Now me and the Aud's gonna show you how it's done
You are what I label as a nerve-plucker
You're plucking my nerves, you MC sucker
I thought I oughta tell you, better yet, warn
That I am like a stock and my word is bond
Like James, killing 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

[Chorus]
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker
(Hit me, why don't ya? Hit me, why don't ya?)
[Verse 2]
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


[Chorus]
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker

[Verse 3]
Your style is smooth, even for a cheating mic
You shoulda won a prize as a Rakim sound-alike
Here's a Milk-Bone, a sign of recognition
Don't turn away, I think you should listen close
Don't boast, you said you wasn't bragging
You fucking 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 ought to stop, before you get in too deep
'Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo, I don't sleep
[Chorus]
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker

[Verse 4]
When I'm in a jam with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room with a posse of girls
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 trying to say that I'm into static
But, yo, if you cause it, yep, we gotta have it
'Cause I ain't going 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 delaying in the rhyme I'm saying
Neither are there flaws in what my DJ is playing

[Interlude]
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
[Verse 5]
But I'll wait for the day or night that you approach
And I'ma serve and burn ya like a piece of toast
Pop you in the microwave and watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle's no trouble
Get my homegirls Joanie and Kiki to get stupid
This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is ruling it
I hate to laugh in your face, but you're funny
Your beat, your rhyming, your timing, all crummy
On the topic of rapping, I should write a pamphlet
Better yet a booklet
Your rap is weak, homegirl, and it's definitely crooked

[Verse 6]
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
Matter of fact, you ain't seen nothing 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, hand like a magnet
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

[Chorus]
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face you ain't nothing but a faker

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About

Genius Annotation

Here’s the timeline:

  • Antoinette recorded “I Got an Attitude”, which had a broadly similar beat to “Top Billin'” the breakout hit of the group Audio Two.
  • Audio Two didn’t want to diss a female MC, so they had their affiliate, MC Lyte, do it: this song was the result.
  • A full-fledged beef formed between Antoinette and Lyte, lasting a bunch of noticeable songs.

In Check the Technique, Lyte notes:

We went into INS [Studios] two days later and [made this track]. It was pretty easy—we just sat there and thought of the worst things we cuold possibly say about somebody [laughs]. It’s titled that because that’s only ten percent of what I could have said. I didn’t even know Antoinette. It was strictly a war on wax. She tried to dis me back but the hype on me was so big that no one cared if she had a rebuttal to it. I think she was from Queens. We actually had a battle once at the World. I won. Even then, it was understood completely that it was just business.

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