Текст песни 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...)
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Альбом
Interlude
1 Interlude
2 Oh Yea
3 Deez Nutz
4 Catch the Moe
5 Get 'em Up
6 Candy
7 Doin' My Thang
8 Bang Bang
9 Yes, Yes, Y'all
10 Soul to Soul
11 It's Alright Here
12 Are You Wit It
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