[Intro]
(“Keep on”)
Keep on doin’
It, what you’re doin’, baby
Ooh, keep on doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ what you’re doin’, baby
Don’t stop
[Verse 1]
Attention: here’s the inspection
You follow the leader, I follow directions
My own direction, while I rate them
And dissect those that I think come 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 but I’m raw
Composer, arranger, lyricist changer
Steppin’ like stranger, a lone ranger
Rappin’ laid back like a girl full of six-pack
Punks try to piggyback, they mess up and get smacked
’Cause this stack could hit that or set back a new jack
The impact’ll collapse a pre-amp, so get that
Kwam will rise and I’ll supply any, 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 bit, 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 razors slayed because they’re tailor-made
The beats fade, you’re standing, viewing
Telling a brother like Kwamé to keep on doin’ it
(“Keep on”)
Keep on doin’
It, what you’re doin’, baby
Ooh, keep on doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ what you’re doin’, baby
Don’t stop
[Verse 1]
Attention: here’s the inspection
You follow the leader, I follow directions
My own direction, while I rate them
And dissect those that I think come 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 but I’m raw
Composer, arranger, lyricist changer
Steppin’ like stranger, a lone ranger
Rappin’ laid back like a girl full of six-pack
Punks try to piggyback, they mess up and get smacked
’Cause this stack could hit that or set back a new jack
The impact’ll collapse a pre-amp, so get that
Kwam will rise and I’ll supply any, 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 bit, 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 razors slayed because they’re tailor-made
The beats fade, you’re standing, viewing
Telling a brother like Kwamé to keep on doin’ it
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