Текст (слова) песни: Kool Moe Dee - Doin` My Thang

( *phone rings* )
(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 - skill
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 kill a rhyme?)
Hey yo, I`m doin my thing, kid
(Shoot somebody in the next verse, aight?
Kill 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 nigga well
You think you`re bigger, nigga, 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...)

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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 kill a rhyme?) Hey yo, I`m doin my thing, kid (Shoot somebody in the next verse, aight? Kill 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 nigga well You think you`re bigger, nigga, 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) (...) 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