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