Do It! Do It! - Intellectual

(Hook)

Do it! Do it!

Looking through the morning dew

At smokey mountains, nothing new

Lead me to the mountain top

And we'll work until it's time to stop

(Verse 1)

My name is King, my attitude is chill

You can tell I'm confident by the grin on my grill

I don't rap hardcore but I'm hard to the core

Got the girlie, the gear, the rhymes galore

And my DJ Skill remains psychic

When my throat gets dry he's quick to the trig

Cuts nice and steady, the scratch is smooth

Man he severs parties, we've had to soothe

Like this

There's not a problem that I can't fix

Cuz I can do it in the mix

Ya gotta get up, ya gotta get up, ya gotta get down

(Verse 2)

I say when I'm on the mic it's poetry in motion

When you hear the name King it causes a commotion

It won't be settled down until I said my piece

And only then and there will the fuss and fightin' cease

Like the music cuttin' off when the jam's just kickin'

Or everybody reachin' for the last piece of chicken

Or me droppin' the mic and bring the show to an end

No doubt, you'll start the fussin' fighting again

But I won't stop, so just keep on doing

What ya do best, get busy with the groovin'

Swayin' to the playin', clappin' to the rapping

Boppin' to the hoppin', check out what happens

When you combine a rapper with a rockin' beat

It's like A1 steak sauce on top of your meat

More sugar in your Kool-Aid to make it sweet

Endless reasons for you to stay in your seat

Can't you see, tonight's tonight

(Verse 3)

Going to a party at the crack of dawn

Sun's coming up and still kicking strong

Somewhere uptown, I'm not sure where

We were gettin' in free so we really didn't care

There was wine, women, and plenty of dance

Just another party for us to enhance

Then it got around that we weren't from uptown

Then a posse started gatherin' round

Two brothers from Brooklyn, the party was lookin'

Guess they thought somehow that we could be shooken

But hey, if I'm so fresh and if I'm so def

What room in my heart for fear is left?

None! Eat em up more Kibbles 'n Bits

I, came here to rock I'm not callin' it quits

I'm gonna grab the microphone

Get my throat tone, click my heels three times cuz now I'm home

(Hook)

(DJ Skill)

Yo check it out, once for the record

The Alliance of MCs

MC King of Chill, MC K-Swift

The scratches being heard now, are by me

The incredible DJ Skill

The illest-matic (?) one

So I don't leave out anybody

What's up everybody! (laughs)

Brooklyn, cold chillin' eeerrrhhh

(scratch outro)