Lyrics
Keep on doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Don't stop
Attention, give inspection
You follow the leader, I follow directions
My own direction, well I wrecked them
And dissect those that I think done wrong
It's blasphemy and as for me
It has to be a masterpiece
'Cause I'm quick on the draw like Quick Draw McGraw
I stick boys to floors, no trick, for I'm raw
Composer, arranger, lyricist changer
Steppin' like a stranger, a lone ranger
Rappin' laid back like the girls with a six-pack
Punks try to piggyback, they mess up and get smacked
'Cause you're stacked to hit that with set back, a fit jack
Impact, a collapse, a free act, forget that
Kwam arrived and I've deprived
Many, many, some, and all
The drive for motivation
'Cause my motive is invasion of equation
The party stays in shell shock
With the suspense of Hitchcock
You bitch, God forbid you get lockjaw
'Cause my score of metaphor
Is smoother than mayonnaise but strong as a predator
G-Force will transmute me sharp as a razor blade
Hands of razor slave, come better tailor-made
The beats fade, you're standin', viewin'
Tellin' a brother like Kwamé to keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Don't stop
As-salamu alaykum, I swallow and take 'em
Wa alaykumu s-salam, I take 'em along and why should I mistake 'em?
Flow the intro just to let you know I'm a
Mellow cool brother by the name of Kwamé
Dope punctuation, fly personality
Put you in a state, shy, fake reality
Excellent grammar, my rhymes are torture
Terror caught ya, error brought ya
Where I hold the prisoners, mind remains on
Rip your lip just to keep the name on
The tip of your tongue, no slippin' or runnin'
No movin', you're done, I'll flip on you, son
I mean stepson, the mic's a weapon, you're stunned
I'll step on you, son, and no exception
Beat spins like a top, rolls like a wheel
Conducts a cut from a reel-to-reel
A-sharp and peek-a-boo, freakin' new
Dance steps while the crowd I'm speakin' to
And you're stunned, standin', viewin'
Tellin' a brother like Kwamé to keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Now don't stop
A capella, I could tell ya how to follow
Be the mellow, raps are hollow, pussy willow
Soft as a pillow, sweet as daffodils
You're standin' and laughin' still, you insist to get ill
So follow directions, keep an open ear
Open mind, open eyes, scope and stare
Step one, grab the mic, get in a stance
Step two, steps forward, wanna make the fans
Three strikes, you're out, he's shakin' in his pants
Forward march, your life is in my hands
Got to kick a super disco break or octopus jam
I bet you super disco makes you got to push dance
With a fanatic, a fan, a addict
Addicted to rap, so I fiend whenever I get
Separated from a tape, pen, and paper
Supply runs low and yo, I pay for a value pack of Maximums
'Cause I'm a genius, raps are from brainstorms
And I'ma steam these acts that come hand-rolled
And try to fiend us, put it on wax and some try to diss
So I get on the stage, load the mic, and start huntin'
Suckers are frontin', pushin' the panic button
Hold the mic like a teddy bear, get some Medicare
Kwamé's better fear, 'cause I'm ready here
To get on the stage and you know that my mic will
Put you out like Nyquil, 'cause rap is a cycle
What's new is old and what's old is new and
I'm outta here, yo, keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby? Alright
Now keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Don't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
Don't you stop
You can't stop it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Don't stop
Attention, give inspection
You follow the leader, I follow directions
My own direction, well I wrecked them
And dissect those that I think done wrong
It's blasphemy and as for me
It has to be a masterpiece
'Cause I'm quick on the draw like Quick Draw McGraw
I stick boys to floors, no trick, for I'm raw
Composer, arranger, lyricist changer
Steppin' like a stranger, a lone ranger
Rappin' laid back like the girls with a six-pack
Punks try to piggyback, they mess up and get smacked
'Cause you're stacked to hit that with set back, a fit jack
Impact, a collapse, a free act, forget that
Kwam arrived and I've deprived
Many, many, some, and all
The drive for motivation
'Cause my motive is invasion of equation
The party stays in shell shock
With the suspense of Hitchcock
You bitch, God forbid you get lockjaw
'Cause my score of metaphor
Is smoother than mayonnaise but strong as a predator
G-Force will transmute me sharp as a razor blade
Hands of razor slave, come better tailor-made
The beats fade, you're standin', viewin'
Tellin' a brother like Kwamé to keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Don't stop
As-salamu alaykum, I swallow and take 'em
Wa alaykumu s-salam, I take 'em along and why should I mistake 'em?
Flow the intro just to let you know I'm a
Mellow cool brother by the name of Kwamé
Dope punctuation, fly personality
Put you in a state, shy, fake reality
Excellent grammar, my rhymes are torture
Terror caught ya, error brought ya
Where I hold the prisoners, mind remains on
Rip your lip just to keep the name on
The tip of your tongue, no slippin' or runnin'
No movin', you're done, I'll flip on you, son
I mean stepson, the mic's a weapon, you're stunned
I'll step on you, son, and no exception
Beat spins like a top, rolls like a wheel
Conducts a cut from a reel-to-reel
A-sharp and peek-a-boo, freakin' new
Dance steps while the crowd I'm speakin' to
And you're stunned, standin', viewin'
Tellin' a brother like Kwamé to keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Now don't stop
A capella, I could tell ya how to follow
Be the mellow, raps are hollow, pussy willow
Soft as a pillow, sweet as daffodils
You're standin' and laughin' still, you insist to get ill
So follow directions, keep an open ear
Open mind, open eyes, scope and stare
Step one, grab the mic, get in a stance
Step two, steps forward, wanna make the fans
Three strikes, you're out, he's shakin' in his pants
Forward march, your life is in my hands
Got to kick a super disco break or octopus jam
I bet you super disco makes you got to push dance
With a fanatic, a fan, a addict
Addicted to rap, so I fiend whenever I get
Separated from a tape, pen, and paper
Supply runs low and yo, I pay for a value pack of Maximums
'Cause I'm a genius, raps are from brainstorms
And I'ma steam these acts that come hand-rolled
And try to fiend us, put it on wax and some try to diss
So I get on the stage, load the mic, and start huntin'
Suckers are frontin', pushin' the panic button
Hold the mic like a teddy bear, get some Medicare
Kwamé's better fear, 'cause I'm ready here
To get on the stage and you know that my mic will
Put you out like Nyquil, 'cause rap is a cycle
What's new is old and what's old is new and
I'm outta here, yo, keep on doin' it
Keep on doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby? Alright
Now keep on doin' it, doin' it, doin' it, doin' it
Whatcha doin', baby?
Don't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh-huh
Don't you stop
You can't stop it