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kwame - keep on doin' (what you're doin' baby) lyrics

[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 sh-ll shock, with the suspense of hitchc-ck
you bit, god forbid you get lockjaw, ‘cause my score of metaphor
is smoother than mayonnaise but strong as a predator
g-force will transm-te 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

[chorus]
keep on doin’ it, what you’re doin’, baby
ooh, keep on doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ what you’re doin’, baby
don’t stop

[verse 2]
as-salam-alaik-m, i swallow and take ‘em
walaik-m-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 name by the name of kwamé
dope punctuation, fly personality
puts you in a state of shock, face reality
excellent grammar, my rhymes are torture
terror, caught ya, error, bought ya
where i hold the prisoners, rhyme remains on
red of your lip just to keep your name on
the tip of your tongue, don’t slip when you run
you live and you’re done, i flip on you son (“don’t stop”)
i mean, stepson, the mic’s a weapon to stun
i step on you, son, and no exception
beat spins like a top, rolls like a wheel
cut dubs are cut from a reel to reel
a-sharp and peekaboo freakin’ new dance steps
while the crowd i’m speaking to
and you’re stunned, standing, viewing
telling a brother like kwamé to keep on doin’ it

[chorus]
keep on doin’ it, what you’re doin’, baby, uh-huh
keep on doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ what you’re doin’, baby
now don’t stop

[verse 3]
a cappella, i could tell ya, how to follow
be the mellow, raps are hollow, p-ssywillow
soft as pillows, sweet as daffodils
you’re standing and laughing still, you insist to get ill
so, follow directions, keep an open ear
open mind, open eye, scope and stare
step one, grab the mic, get in a stance
step two, steps four, want a mean advance
three strikes, you’re out, he shaking in his pants
forward march, his life is in my hands
got to kick the super disco break or octopus jam
i bet you super disco makes you got to puts down
with a fanatic, a fan, an 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, a maximum, ‘cause i’m a g*nius
raps are from brainstorming and i’ma steam this
acts that come and roll, 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’
suckas are frontin’, pushing the panic b-tton
hold the mic like a teddy bear, get some medicare
kwam you 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

[chorus]
keep on doin’ it, what you’re doin’, baby, alright
now keep on doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ it, doin’ what you’re doin’, baby
don’t stop
yeah yeah yeah
uh-huh (“don’t stop”)
don’t you stop, you can’t stop it

- kwame lyrics

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