Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah-yeah, the word is out Kool Moe Dee's in the house again And here we go again And word has it, the brother's esoteric knowledge Is a little too deep for the fans So we gon' come, this time, with a simplified rhyme Check it out [Verse 1] Around and around and around we go People comin' to the jam to hear me flow The live lyricist is hearin' this so I got a funky beat to let you know Only real brothers wanna hear real rhymes All the soft suckers want the nickel-and-dime Candy-coated, sugar-coated bubblegum rap 'Long as it's movin' on a funky track My vocabulary's over their head They can't understand a word I said So I gotta come with the watered-down sound With mediocre adjectives, verbs and nouns Party people in the party only wanna dance It's hard to rock a party when you're lyrically advanced I toned down the lyrics, suppressed ego Got a funky rhythm, now watch me go [Verse 2] Go with the flow? No-no-no I am the brother that sets tempo Intelligent, relevant, eloquent speakin' You do the dancin', I'll do the freakin' Some people wanna dance, some people wanna listen Some people at the party only wanna hear the dissin' My versatile styles, I'm able to adapt You know I'm talkin' **** 'cause I'm all'at I drop science for the brothers on the street Intellects get it, and others want the beat The way they feel, I could be erased All they want is you to pump that bass Rather than tryin' to change the times They would rather me change my rhymes A positive brother? Yeah-yeah, we know But they would rather just watch me go [Verse 3] I am a brother, young, gifted and black There's no need for the profane rap I'm lyrically potent, very well-versed Some rappers can't rap and try to hide it with a curse Money in the pocket, gold around the neck Rings on every finger, boomin' system in effect Tryin' to imitate, or better, emulate I can relate, but I'd rather innovate Like the creator, I love to create Peace and love, conquerin' hate I gotta deal with fate To be known as the great So all you sissy-soft suckers can wait Become irate while the ladies gyrate Infatuate, lust and mate Mental states, compensate If I get too deep, then you won't relate So now I gotta tone down the sound 'Cause I can pick the beat up and turn it around Turn any jam to a political party Raise your conscience and rock your body If you can't relate just clap your hands Listen to the rhythm and do your dance And I'll just party with a alter ego Rock-the-body-body-body-body, here we go [Outro] Yeah, so here we go again On, and on, and on Kool Moe Dee, 1991 My standing will be done