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 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 [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-alaikum, I swallow and take 'em Walaikum-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, pussywillow 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 genius 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 button 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