Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Go to Work (Re-Recorded), artist - Kool Moe Dee.
Date of issue: 13.04.2014
Song language: English
I Go to Work (Re-Recorded) |
I go to work like a doctor |
When I rock the mic, you got to like |
The way I operate, I make miracles happen |
Just from rappin', I’m so lyrically potent |
And I’m flowin' and explodin' |
On the scene mean, I got the potential |
To make you go then chill |
I got the credentials that are so essential |
To make a rhyme send chills, then you know I will fulfill |
To make a couple of mill as I build a guild |
For all the rappers of skill |
And kill the weak rappers with no thrills |
Hang 'em in effigy |
If he’s a sucker, hang 'em to the left of me |
'Cause my right-hand man is my mic stand and |
The microphone that I own and my game plan |
Is keepin' at a steady pace |
Ain’t no reason to rush, it ain’t no race |
I’ma hit the top just when I wanna |
And it’s a matter of time and I’m gonna |
'Cause I know when to go 'head into |
The classic Moe Dee rap that sent ya |
Runnin' around, holdin' ya head |
Asking your homeboy «Yo man, you heard what he said?» |
Another funky rhythm, look at your man and give him |
A high five 'cause I’m live runnin' around with him |
Telling everybody hanging out on the block |
It’s time to wake up and check the clock |
Punch it, I go to work |
I go to work |
I go to work |
I go to work like an architect |
I build a rhyme sometimes it climbs so erect |
Skyscrapers look like atoms |
Cars electrons rollin' in patterns |
Writing out word after word |
With each letter, it becomes visibly better |
'Cause my foundation built a nation |
Of rappers and after I came off vacation |
I came to roam the land I own |
And stand alone on the microphone, Daddy’s home |
So open the door, playtime is over |
Time to go to work and show the |
Suckers in the place who run their face |
A taste of the bass and who’s the ace |
Start the race, I’m coming in first |
With each verse, I build a curse |
So rappers can’t capture Moe Dee’s rapture |
And after I have ya, I have to slap ya |
Senseless with endless rhymes, don’t pretend this |
Is anything short of stupendous, and when this |
Rhyme is done, your mind will become |
So trapped in the rap, you’ll lust another one |
But you gotta wait, it takes time |
I don’t write, I build a rhyme |
Draw the plans, draft the diagrams |
An architect in effect and it slams |
And if it’s weak when I’m done |
Renovate and build another one |
I go to work |
I go to work |
I go to work |
I go to work, like a boxer |
Train the brain and aim to outfox ya |
Like a punch, my rhyme rocks ya |
Sometimes it knocks ya so hard it stops ya |
Dead in your tracks, so power packed |
Before you can react, you’re flat on your back |
Down for the count, get up and dismount |
'Cause I’m coming with an endless amount |
Of rhymes in a hurry like a flurry |
A collage to camouflage the power punch, but don’t worry |
Knowledge is an antidote, I got hand of smoke |
Writing at the speed of light with insight I wrote |
Rhymes at a level, so you can’t relate |
Unless you’re intelligent, so stay awake |
Sleepwalkers, slick talkers |
This time a native New Yorker’s |
Riding a crescendo wave to save the mental |
State of the fan so he can understand my pencil’s |
Writing a rhyme in its highest form |
And I’ma drop it on ya like a bomb |
And when it explodes, I’ll blow up |
A few casualties, but so what? |
If you’re slow, you blow; |
you know you go |
I flow I throw all-pro, I go to work |
To say rap is not work is ludicrous |
Whoever said it must be new to this |
When you hear me, you’ll compare me |
To a prophet for profit, not merely |
Putting words together for recreation |
Each rhyme’s a dissertation |
You wanna know my occupation? |
I get paid to rock the nation |
I go to work |