Kool Moe Dee - Doin' My Thang lyrics

(Yo Moe, what's up? Where you been, man? What's up with the new sound? I ain't heard from you in a while, man What you been doin, man? Some of my homies don't even know you What's up with that? What's up with that?) Let us begin with a funky in-tro My name is Kool Moe Dee, what up, what up - yo And for those of you who just don't know Or might no recognize me from the funky - flow I am the brother from the Wild Wild - West But I'm not comin on the new wild - quest Because I can't get with the new - sound Because I don't like the way it's goin - down Brothers always say they wanna keep it - real But how many brothers really kick the - sk** So what you got a little street - appeal So you promote genocide, for what? A - deal? Well, I was never with that - scene Because the ends could never justify the - means And if it's all about gettin that - green I been there, I done that, I mean I'm doin my thing, kid (Yo, what kinda flavor is that, man? I want the new stuff, man) Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (The hardcore, gimme the hardcore stuff, man Come on) I'm doin my thing, kid (I hear you, but the brothers ain't with the positive stuff Won't you k** a rhyme?) Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (Shoot somebody in the next verse, aight? k** somebody) Brothers say they wanna be hard-core So in their own communities they start - war You really don't care because you say you got - yours But think about it for a second, stop, pause If all you wanna do is get - paid Then you ain't nothin but a paid - slave The Uncle Tom of the New - Age Cause sellin out ain't nothin new - wait Cause you can pull a trigger on a n***a well You think you're bigger, n***a, stop and think you sell Ain't nothin hard about committin homicide Cause genocide is really suicide - right? Well, think about it on a higher - level You sold your soul and you got hired by a - devil To reek havoc in the ghetto, y'all go head on Keep runnin with God like a runnin rebel Doin my thing, kid (What's all this rhymin about God What you're tryin to do, man?) Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (You a reverend or something? Tryin to be a preacher or what?) I'm doin my thing, kid (Give it up with the preachin God Just rhyme, just rhyme) Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (Alright then, flip the flow, change your flow Be like somebody else) I'm true to the game, so I keep inventin Hype rhymes for the times and I'm representin Kick flavor while I'm eatin up the best of em Then put em in the pile with the rest of em When I flip it and hit it, some brothers don't get it They want me to kick it like others - forget it I tailor-made a style for the microphone You can search the rap files but it's mine alone I won't get in to fit in the flow, it's won't simulate Now bein one of the best causes them to hate The freestyle master cause I'm a outcast You ever stop and ask yourself how to outlast All those before me and the many that came after The critics who dissed this I dimiss with laughter Ain't no puzzle, put a muzzle on their face And watch the hype crowd sing I'm doin my thing, kid (Man.. Alright, I see what you're doin I can get with that) Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (I kinda like that, yo Go ahead and do yo thing, kid) I'm doin my thing, kid (Yeah, yeah, I dig it, I dig it Go ahead, do your thing) Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (Hit me with one more and let em know where it's comin from) I worked with Sugarhill Gang, Run and Heavy D Eric B., Big Daddy Kane and Public Enemy >From '79 to '94, now that's longevity You got a problem with the flow, here's a remedy Just sit back, relax, in fact, try to hear it Cause I'm comin back to back, you gotta wear it Ain't no sense goin against the grain Get yourself a surf, dude, ride the wave Cause this ain't the regular style, ain't no competators, I'll Take out the negative while just like a predator I'll Prey and on play on and stay on the airwaves You heard I'm fallin or fell, chalk it as hear-say Ain't no defense mechanism or criticism Capable of doin no nothings here, that's how I'm livin You can bring whatever you got to bring I'm the champ, the master, the king I'm doin my thing, kid (Yo Moe, you all that, man You gon' go far, man) Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid (I'm not lyin, you gon' make it to the top) (...) (Do your thing, kid Do your thing, kid Do your thing, kid...)