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