"DO YOUR THANG" 
(by J-Lee; Jay_Esco1 Beat; 2Smooth Productions, 2006)




Yeah, no intro needed
You just do your thang
And I'ma do mine, now lets go



[Chorus x2]

Do your, do your, do your thang
And I'ma, do my, do my, do my thang
And they gon, do they, do they, do they thang
So just do what'chu do, and fuel the flame

(Yo, yo, go x14)



Now you've heard this shit before, but it's not
The same words that lift and grow this hip hop
Cause I ain't Biggie or Pac, 'kiss, Fifty or Nas, not even
Eminem or Doctor Dre, I don't even talk the same 
I just do it cause I got a lot to say 
I'm influenced--you cannot complain
This whole rap shit's like my shot of vodka, man
I'm not black, it's my way of getting thoughts arrayed
Just cause I don't sell rocks and yay
Or carry glocks to spray, and I'm not 
From the 'jects, I just dock in the Bay
Hey, "get it started" like the Peas
Cause when the beat drop, ain't no way you'll fight the heat
We don't really want problems, right?
Check all ya hot doggin, right?
Shake it low, to the bottom, right?
Bring it back, and let your body do the talkin, right? 




[Chorus x2]

 


I expanded to rap now, but all a ya'll laugh now
Everytime I drop a track, it's critically smacked down
It's a fact now, I shoulda just backed out
A school boy from the suburbs is utterly stacked out
Plus I'm asian, so I basically lack out
The image of soul, blues, and hip hop background
But I ain't trippin I'll just fight till I pass out
I mean if you hate me--can't do much about that now
But keep doin what I do, I choose to use 
Rap music as food to fuel my mood, bruised
By the views of stupid fools, who think 
Rap's my excuse to be cool, well people
Only understand what they want or need to
Some actually give a fuck, but others are see-through
And lead to a head that's thicker sheep wool
Well we all got our own shit, so keep cool




[Chorus x2]




Now take a minute, check back and read
While I take a minute to step back and breathe
Everytime I give rap a defense I bleed
It ain't about the genre, cause I'm just lookin for me
Hooked on the beat and playin music ever since I was three
A syncopation, emulation of my heart in the beat
To feed what I love to a greater degree
And now you motherfuckas gonna tell me music ain't me?
Well fuck you if you ain't come out clean 
Witcha little fake smile and them lies in ya teeth
Ya see, that's the thing, I'm just caught in between
On one side the fear of failin, on the other a dream
I mean, I'm misled by the what if's and hopes
I could end with what I want, but in a place that I don't
So, it makes me question what I target to prove
But I'ma still do my thang, and set my heart on the move, we cool?




[Chorus x4]

J-Lee, on a Jay Esco 1 Beat
2Smooth Productions, yeah