Eric B. - Keep Doin' it Like This lyrics

(As we go a little something like this Hit it --] Slick Rick ) (Like this) [Verse 1] Now I'mma pump a new record up loud like thunder Get your minds goin, so you all wonder How does he do it, grab his mic and run through it Over to the public, so s**ers can chew it Kut Terror, terrorize wanna-be stars While I rip through my rhymes like a rocket to Mars The man keeps goin, strong forever Over bumps and bruises, but loses never I gotta move, I can't sit too long Cause if I'm idle, I start thinkin somethin is wrong Cause I'm a warrior, can't be beat and won't lose Rap is the life and profession I choose Can't take a rest, I'm still in a rush I'm out to conquer and just cold crush Condition my mind and keep both eyes open Even at night when I'm restin I'm scopin See, once I start, I gotta finish up Nobody leave until the record is cut When I aim, I aim for the stars, and I won't miss Cause I'mma kick it like this (Like this) [Verse 2] People all over had a serious doubt That I could grab the microphone and burn it out But microphone-burnin is a serious sport So I burned every rapper that played on the court Terror's a Kut Terrorist, seem to scare A lotta deejays gettin paid out there They hear about speed and a acurate scratch So bring the whole batch cause no one can match Quality shows and the style of the rhyme But when a scratch track hits the charts are all mine Cause I work hard, and never was a quitter Like Les Foxxx is a homerun hitter If you follow the intro, you know what I'm sayin See that I'm business, and I ain't playin Light shines on the man that you see, and you're present Those that are jealous are mere peasants When a child is born, he's already a striver You make him like the Foxxx, a soul survivor I shoot for the stars at the top, and won't miss Yeah, and I'mma kick it like this (Like this) [Verse 3] Now gettin on the top ain't hard to do And if I gotta ruin reps, I'mma do that too Cause I'mma take out the maddest, outrap the baddest With just my mind, slim up the fattest I'm on a mission to house competition Fredddie the Foxxx got you hopin and wishin You could grab your mic and knock me out the box Come on - not the Foxxx Now here's an example of poetry in motion Grab your trunks cause I'mma flow like the ocean You rappers ain't ready yet, Freddie is right I pump about a million watts through a mic Keep you dancin all night till your feet start achin Ba** pumps loud till your bones start breakin Security runs because the walls start splittin I'm tryina explain to you how hard I'm hittin Girls out front can't wait to touch me Fellas look mad, but they won't rush me Keep it all cool, and the jam won't miss And I keep kickin it like this (Like this) [Verse 4] The next century waits for a man with a new style And I get greeted with a hug and a big smile Solo, I walk forever in a world of my own Without guns and knives, just a microphone Travel the land to see rappers that step to me In my quest for fame, are bound to get done, you see I won't shoot the next man down until He gets disrespectful or acts real ill Then I gotta smash like a roller steamin Doin it like this while you keep dreamin Rappers that press me know Foxxx is a top man Cause I rule the mic and enthrall with a strong hand My rap juices flow like a river Around your heart and down past your liver You can't take the pain cause it's rough Screamin to your partners, you had enough You wanna step to Foxxx, then you like to get dissed Cause I'mma kick it like this