Текст песни Doin' My Thing - Scribe , Tipene

Che che che cheayah bo
Hawkes Bay!
YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH BOY
Tipene bay
Nah nah nah naaah yo
Scribble the Crusader
Yeh yeh yeah
Nah nah nah naaaah, yeh yeh yeeah
Man they thought they saw the brother
On stage but sort of undercover
He reppin' that boom to the bap
That hip hop and the rap
And leaving the rap goons all exhumed with the wack (ahhh)
Reppin' hard that maori style
Hastings they can't believe he's not "Seig Heil"
Fare skinned but not quite the "nok su kow"
LL(Cool J), like mama said "knock you out"
I'm coming with the coarse flow
Brought the washed up rappers more soap
Gotcha' toe tapping like morse code through your feet
Sending out an S.O.S GOT Zom-on the Beat (ZombeatZ beatmaker)
MC, I was born for the beats
With more baaa's then a farm full of sheep
Now I've got it all within an arms reach
Man I take it to em and they know it's Tipene pene Teeps ahh

I'm just doing my thing
Che che che cheayah bo! Scribe yo,
Im just doing my thing
Shot out to my brother from another mother Tipene bay, 06
Yeh yeh yeh yeah Boy!
06 to 03
Christchurch where you at
Flaxmere we up in here
For real we doing our thing(I'm just doing my thing)

Yeah! Yo my grandparents jumped on a boat
For a dream that we try to keep afloat
50 years later watch their grandson made it
Now I'm driving down the road in my BMW
I'm riding for my nanna who done come from Samoa
Throwing up Luafutu Tua Tangaloa
And all you really know is that I got sick flows
But I'm not a maori I just got a big nose
So get that clear, got these raps here
Got me doing my thing from Cantebury to Flaxmere
And I got all of these pussy cats scared
Coz they know I've come to test em all like a PAP Smear, ohh yeh
Bo, I'm doing my thing, I never knew when I grew up I'd sing
Who knew it would come true all my dreams
Didn't know when I blew up I would be king
Hah, just doing my thing

Che che che cheayah bo!
Im just doing my thing
Yeh yeh yeh yeah Boy!
I'm just doing my thing
We just doing our thing
We just doing my thing
Tipene let em know

An if I hada known, I'd be in this world standing alone
Planning my own future me and my microphone
Just a place where I can roam free
Without hoha's always being nosey
Smiling at me with false teeth where society
Finally says goodbye to me it hurts inside
That the only hope lies in winning the lottery
It kinda frightens me, knowing our peoples prophecy
Just what our rangatahi really decide to be
We make a mockery still I'm stoking the fire see
Maoridom is deprived but still alive inside of me
Everywhere I go I've got spiritual company
My tupuna guides my life which inspires me to breathe I
Plant the seed to a totara tree
Let it grow to it's fully maturity what time it needs
With the blessing of Tane, Tangaroa and Tawhiri
My descendants carve a waka to navigate the seven seas
I sense Hawaiiki beyond the pacific breeze
Gain mana of maoritanga by any specific means
Like a strike from a taiaha I keep my lyrics clean
That's why kaka MC's don't know what un-explicit means
Only rhymes as pure as water are uplifted in steam
Over time that instincts been slightly twisted in our genes
Harakeke to mend it when it's splitting at the seems
Is Tipene the true representer of maori
And Im just doing my thing

Che che che cheayah bo!
Im just doing my thing
Yeh yeh yeh yeah Boy!
I'm just doing my thing
We just doing our thing
We just doing our thing
Tipene, let em know
La la la la la
Che che che cheayah bo (repeat)
La la la la laah yeh yeh yeh yeah bo
Na na na na yo
ZombeatZ boy (beatmaker)