Doin' My Thang - Kool Moe Dee

( *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...)