Doin' My Thang Lyrics - Singles - 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...)