K-Def - What I'm After lyrics

That's what I'm after tell me what I'm after [Redman] (I'm after the gold then after that the platinum) [X4] [Mr.Funky] Once again it's the real ill microphone enhancer Smoking MCs til I die from lung cancer The mace is in my hand but I'm not afraid to shoot ya Nobody can see me - I am the future So you know that no one can ever hurt me Because I'm ill (like what) Like herpies And I really don't give a damn who you are Mr. Funky man all hail M R funkular Now in 1985 is when I first started to rock Trying to do the human beatbox like (BOOM HAH HAH BOOM BOOM HAH HAH) All over the place shooting spit in your face Then when the beatbox start play That's when I started rocking mic's Make you wack MCs wanna fight Because they always tried to battle me to see who is the best So you know I have to roll on the quest For what I'm after [Hook] (I'm after the gold then after that the platinum) Hip hop and props that's what what we're after (I'm after the gold then after that the platinum) Stacks of those plaques - that's what we're after [Repeat] [DOITALL] If it's hip hop that makes yo knees knock Turn us up box I know you peep the sound, it's the lords on the block It's the list now this is how I live now Making people get down to my funky sound Ever since I heard the sound I wanted to be down Here's my demo tape won't you please pa** it down So I can get paid and have things like I said A car, a yacht, a house with a maid But wow! slow down the party ain't that easy Oh my god I think I let that video deceive me No matter, as long as the rhymes are the phatter I bet you billboard has me top of the ladder Publishing like loving, I learned that from my cousin Write your own tunes and you'll see thousands by the dozens And after all that, if you gave back All I want to see is the golden platinum plaque [Hook] [Lord Jazz scratches] [Mr.Funky] Now it's 1995 And I finally got my foot in the door Got props I want more Cause I'm definitely not where I used to be But I'm nowhere near where I wanna be I wanna be able to go out and buy a golf range And still walk away with change Until then there's no time to be wasting So I gotta keep on chasing, chasing [DOITALL] Well what I'm after - it's simple Come on and peep the mental This ghetto born kid blowing up on instrumentals What's the matter oh I know you can't peep my pattern My style is designed to shed light like a lantern So click click now the light's directly on your ear If you peep the sound then run and tell a peer What happened - did you get locked by my rapping? You had to, cause gold and the plat is what I'm after [Hook]