(Hook) Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!
Looking through the morning dew At smokey mountains, nothing new Lead me to the mountain top And we´ll work until it´s time to stop
My name is King, my attitude is chill You can tell I´m confident by the grin on my grill I don´t rap hardcore but I´m hard to the core Got the girlie, the gear, the rhymes galore And my DJ Skill remains psychic When my throat gets dry he´s quick to the trig Cuts nice and steady, the scratch is smooth Man ? parties ? we have to soothe Like this
There´s not a problem that I can´t fix Cuz I can do it in the mix
Ya gotta get up, ya gotta get up, ya gotta get down
I say when I´m on the mic it´s poetry in motion When you hear the name King it causes a commotion It won´t be settled down until I said my piece And only then and there will the fuss and fightin´ cease Like the music cuttin´ off when the jam´s just kickin´ Or everybody reachin´ for the last piece of chicken Or me droppin´ the mic and bring the show to an end No doubt, you´ll start the fussin´ fighting again But I won´t stop, so just keep on doing What ya do best, get busy with the groovin´ Swayin´ to the playin´, clappin´ to the rapping
Boppin´ to the hoppin´, check out what happens When you combine a rapper with a rockin´ beat It´s like A1 steak sauce on top of your meat More sugar in your Kool-Aid to make it sweet Endless reasons for you to stay in your seat
Can´t you see, tonight´s tonight Can´t you see, tonight´s tonight
Going to a party at the crack of dawn Sun´s coming up and still kicking strong Somewhere uptown, I´m not sure where We were gettin´ in free so we really didn´t care There was wine, women, and plenty of dance Just another party for us to enhance Then it got around that we weren´t from uptown Then a posse started gatherin´ round Two brothers from Brooklyn, the party was lookin´
Guess they thought somehow that we could be shooken But hey, if I´m so fresh and if I´m so def What room in my heart for fear is left? None! Eat em up more Kibbles ´n Bits I, came here to rock I´m not callin´ it quits I´m gonna grab the microphone Get my throat tone, click my heels three times cuz now I´m home
Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Looking through the morning dew At smokey mountains, nothing new Lead me to the mountain top And we´ll work until it´s time to stop
Yo check it out, once for the record The Alliance of MCs MC King of Chill, MC K-Swift The scratches being heard now, are by me The incredible DJ Skill The illest-matic (?) one So I don´t leave out anybody What´s up everybody! (laughs) Brooklyn, cold chillin´ eeerrrhhh
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