Keep Doin' It Like This

Now I'ma pump a new record up loud like thunder

Get your minds going, so you all wonder

How does he do it, grab his mic and run through it

Open to the public, so suckers can chew it

Cut terror, terrorize wannabe stars

While I rip through my rhymes like a rocket to Mars

The man keeps going, strong forever

Over bumps and bruises, but loses never

I gotta move, I can't sit too long

'Cause if I'm idle, I start thinking something is wrong

'Cause I'm a warrior, can't be beat and won't lose

Rap is the life and profession I choose

Can't take a rest, I'm still in a rush

I'm out to conquer and just cold crush

Condition my mind and keep both eyes open

Even at night when I'm resting I'm scoping

See once I start, I gotta finish up

Nobody leaves until the record is cut

When I aim, I aim for the stars and I won't miss

'Cause I'ma kick it like this

People all over had a serious doubt

That I could grab the microphone and burn it out

But microphone burning is a serious sport

So I burned every rapper that played on the court, huh

Tales of Cut Terrorists seem to scare

A lot of DJs getting paid out there

They hear about speed and an accurate scratch

So bring the whole batch, 'cause no one can match

Quality shows and the style of the rhyme

And when the scratch track hits, the charts are all mine

'Cause I work hard and never was a quitter

Like Les Fox is a home run hitter

If you follow the intro, you know what I'm saying

See that I'm business and I ain't playing

Light shines on the man that you see in your present

Those that are jealous are mere peasants

When a child is born, he's already a striver

You make him like the Fox, a sole survivor

I shoot for the stars at the top and won't miss

Yeah, and I'ma kick it like this

Now getting on the top ain't hard to do

And if I gotta ruin reps, I'ma do that too

'Cause I'ma take out the maddest, out-rap the baddest

With just my mind, slim up the fattest, huh

I'm on a mission to house competition

Freddie the Fox got you hoping and wishing

You could grab your mic and knock me out the box

Huh, come on, not the Fox

Now here's an example of poetry in motion

Grab your trunks, 'cause I'ma flow like the ocean

You rappers ain't ready yet, Freddie is right

I pump about a million watts through a mic

Keep you dancing all night 'til your feet start aching

Bass pumps loud 'til your bones start breaking

Security runs because the wall starts splitting

I'm trying to explain to you how hard I'm hitting

Girls out front can't wait to touch me

Fellas look mad, but they won't rush me

Keep it all cool and the jam won't miss

And I'll keep kicking it like this

The next century waits for a man with a new style

And I get greeted with a hug and a big smile

Solo, I walk forever in a world of my own

Without guns and knives, just a microphone

Traveling land and sea, rappers'll step to me

In my quest for fame, I'm bound to get done, you see

I won't shoot the next man down until

He gets disrespectful or acts real ill

Then I gotta smash like a roller steaming

Doing it like this while you keep dreaming

Rappers that press me know Fox is the top man

'Cause I rule the mic and the throne with a strong hand

My rap juices flow like a river

Around your heart and down past your liver

You can't take the pain 'cause it's rough

So scream it to your partners, you had enough

You wanna step to Fox, 'til you like to get dissed

Huh, 'cause I'ma kick it like this