from the songs album Eyes On This
[ female voice ] i just want you to understand
I just want you to understand
[ male voice] - understand what?
[ verse 1 ]
I met a guy named tommy, damn, he charmed me
Met him at the mall, but i knew he wouldn't harm me
We exchanged numbers, hopin to meet again
We couldn't wait for the romance to begin
The relationship grew strong
I didn't wanna be right if this love was wrong
But oh no, came the problems, the first segment
The dumb kid went and got some girl pregnant
The second segment: started wheelin and dealin
Didn't give a damn about how lyte was feelin
But then he got wise, started treatin me better
Cause all of his friends said i was a go-getter
He knew he was usin me, and abusin me
He also knew that soon he'd be losin me
First i clocked him, yeah, i docked him
But i rocked him - and then i dropped him
[ verse 2 ]
Then there was dave, couldn't behave
So i punished him and put him in my lyte-as-a-rock cave
Then he got bold, tried to play insane
So bigfoot threw him off my paperthin train
He tried to 10%-dis me, but he pissed me off
Cause i'm the boss, and you know i'm not havin it
Lyte is too dope, and you know i ain't crabbin it
Then there was henry, way too friendly
I needed a trip, he said he would send me
Pay my airfare, if he could come with me
I said, "listen, honey, i don't need your money
Believe me when i tell you, i've got my own
Cause i'm mc lyte on the microphone"
Yeah
[ verse 3 ]
Here's another story: a dude named corey
When i used to work, yes, i was a clerk
At the worldtrade center, back in high school
This little player musta thought i was a fool
He took me out to lunch, offered me a ride home
When we got there, he asked could he use my telephone
I said, "yeah, sure", flipped him to the floor
Cause he said "what's up?" and tried to feel my butt
I kicked him down the stairs and said, "what you're provin?"
Rolled him to his car and said, "get movin!"
He tried to score it, i wasn't goin for it
You can't play me, i'm lyte thee mc
Never saw his face again until last week
All beat up and bleedin down the street
I looked to my left, there was a girl with a pipe in her hand
Sayin, "why oh why can't you understand?"
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