( *phone rings* )

(Yo Moe, what's up?

Where you been, man?

What's up with the new sound?

I ain't heard from you in a while, man

What you been doin, man?

Some of my homies don't even know you

What's up with that?

What's up with that?)



Let us begin with a funky in-tro

My name is Kool Moe Dee, what up, what up - yo

And for those of you who just don't know

Or might no recognize me from the funky - flow

I am the brother from the Wild Wild - West

But I'm not comin on the new wild - quest

Because I can't get with the new - sound

Because I don't like the way it's goin - down

Brothers always say they wanna keep it - real

But how many brothers really kick the - skill

So what you got a little street - appeal

So you promote genocide, for what? A - deal?

Well, I was never with that - scene

Because the ends could never justify the - means

And if it's all about gettin that - green

I been there, I done that, I mean

I'm doin my thing, kid



(Yo, what kinda flavor is that, man?

I want the new stuff, man)

Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid

(The hardcore, gimme the hardcore stuff, man

Come on)

I'm doin my thing, kid

(I hear you, but the brothers ain't with the positive stuff

Won't you kill a rhyme?)

Hey yo, I'm doin my thing, kid

(Shoot somebody in the next verse, aight?

Kill somebody)



Brothers say they wanna be hard-core

So in their own communities they start - war

You really don't care because you say you got - yours

But think about it for a second, stop, pause

If all you wanna do is get - paid

Then you ain't nothin but a paid - slave

The Uncle Tom of the New