My Own Thing

(album: My Own Thing - 2003)

Are y'all ready to get loud?
Yeah yeah
Do your own thing, y'all
Uh

Yeah, let's get it, kid
Chasing atheists
My brainwaves is staying in faith Canadian
Dangerous, I pray, lace 'em with it
Satan and sin, came to sin, raging clicks
Find a label and start
Though you fall to the ground
A crowder found you, cruise your dollars
The devil caught you in the middle of the minimal
Cynical, sinful intervals
Grip your lips and flows, this is how it goes
A freak for the week guard it, keep my speech sharpened
Three's the trinity, plant seeds for office
The gold flapper, climbing snakes up a ladder
Party crasher, then I poof like the rapture
Disappear with one clue, check my vocals and books
The truth you is you, stoops, stoops, stoops
A guy was dying on the cross, I'm rhyming for you and yours
Write it in my monologue, diamonds lost, yo, I'm signing off

I ain't those dudes fucking, I ain't to prove nothing
I move somethin, choose God and the truth busted
Who's fronting these groups, cruising through nothing
True to the name, I'm slaying, I stay trusted
I ain't those dudes fucking, I ain't to prove nothing
I move somethin, choose God and the truth busted
Who's fronting these groups, cruising through nothing
True to the name, I'm slaying, I stay trusted

Yo, I came upon a party of bodies drinking the cottie, naughty
Lottie thought these hotties drink all and intoxicated strongly
What the heck is this, thought the jack catch my wrist
Directed to this chick, she strictly business
Interest (Is this Chris?) Yo, I'm like "Frick"
Decline and I split, derive, deprive sin
Am I alive, surprised, it's like this
It's repetitive like I ain't the five, I ain't in

(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high, take your clothes off)
I ain't about that chilling, you dudes is getting illing
I do my own thing
(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high, take your clothes off)
I ain't about that chilling, you dudes is getting illing
I do my own thing

So what, you thought you had me?
You dudes is too phony
Approach slow, I didn't go, you don't know me
I maybe look like you, but don't walk like ya
My burden's lighter in Christ, Mike and Tysons
You oughta try something else, your fronting doesn't help
You're underwhelmed, I smell, you're still burning hell
Wondering where we went down, where the wisdom went out
Whispers in the wind, women in jail

(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high, take your clothes off)
I ain't about that chilling, you dudes is getting illing
I do my own thing
(You wanna smoke this? You wanna get high?)
(You wanna get all high, take your clothes off)
I ain't about that chilling, you dudes is getting illing
I do my own thing

It's the style like the razor, contagious
In 80 states, amazing, forever changing, a liberation
You couldn't understand, talk about my man
Deny popular, you wouldn't call in less gunshots
Up in your rocketblazer, in Jamaica
Sexy girl, roll your papers, teach your eighth graders
I walk upright, walk and talk for Christ
Sorry dude, hope to see you in cruise in the afterlife

I ain't those dudes fucking, I ain't to prove nothing
I move somethin, choose God and the truth busted
Who's fronting these groups, cruising through nothing
True to the name, I'm slaying, I stay trusted
I ain't those dudes fucking, I ain't to prove nothing
I move somethin, choose God and the truth busted
Who's fronting these groups, cruising through nothing
True to the name, I'm slaying, I stay trusted

I do my own thing
I'm not the type to be holding a mic
Break it apart and then spit, like your heart for us
I do my own thing
I do, I do my own thing
(Like your heart)
I do my own thing
I do, I do my own thing
(Like your heart)
I do my own thing