Lyrics
"Doin' My Thang"
Wrote, performed, recorded, and engineered by:
Eric Smead aka Split
Produced by:
Bryson Price aka Big B
Yeah. Espeeliyte.
It's ya' boy Split. 2007.
The beat magnificently done by Big B.
Uh. Yo...
If you hear me spit and you like it,
sit and vibe wit' Split on the microphone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
If you think I'll quit, you got it twist-ed.
Never will Split, I'll never get gone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
Me and Big B gonna drop them bombs on ya'.
We gonna get them thangs
to rearrange the game, and everythang
inside of it is gonna be changed.
Get rid of the lames. Get rid of the same
ones who be reppin' that "Blang Blang".
F*** a pinky rang or a rang in my tongue
'cause my tongue's a gun, and the weapon'll bang bang.
Hang out wit' the same gang I was wit back in the days.
Cheefin' the reefah to elevate the mind waves, 'cause crime pays.
Time stays and stands still when I'm on that fine haze.
Smokin' a dime at a time on the grind, seems like it's been for five days.
Highways clustered wit' traffic. It sucks to be in that sh** .
Hustlin' magic. Flippin' weight by doin' backflips.
I've mastered this craft of rippin' tracks, spittin' facts,
hittin' cats wit' this wicked rap, sick as crack.
SPLIT IS BACK!
If you hear me spit and you like it,
sit and vibe wit' Split on the microphone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
If I'm in the whip next to a chick,
Split is gonna get this trick to give dome.
(I'M GETTIN' SOME BRAINS!)
If you hear me spit and think it's sick,
sip ya' drank and hit this marijuizone.
(I'M SMOKIN' SOME JANE!)
If you think I'll quit, you got it twist-ed.
Never will Split, I'll never get gone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
Foatin' like some dro up in the wind.
(In the wind)
Yeah I'm flowin' and I know I'm gonna win.
(Gonna win)
Ever since Split was little kid, I loved to spit riddles sharp as sickles breakin' brittle ribs, spittin' in the middle
of a cypher. Time progressed, and I got nicer with the rhymin'.
If you like the zone that I'm in, then I might set up a time when
we could kick it, sit back, sip a six pack, and then combine our minds and
try to figure out a way so all of us can shine. In time
I know it's gonna happen, 'cause I'm only gettin' betta.
So it's time to stop procrastinatin'.
GOTTA GET THIS CHEDDA! (Yesuh)
If you hear me spit and you like it,
sit and vibe wit' Split on the microphone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
If I'm in the whip next to a chick,
Split is gonna get this trick to give dome.
(I'M GETTIN' SOME BRAINS!)
If you hear me spit and think it's sick,
sip ya' drank and hit this marijuizone.
(I'M SMOKIN' SOME JANE!)
If you think I'll quit, you got it twist-ed.
Never will Split, I'll never get gone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
One of these days, someone's gonna recognize, I could make 'em a billion dollars.
Sign me and watch me go to work, but to me, it's life. Anybody out there, if you feel me, holla.
Big B, he reppin' Texas and Split's reppin' Alabama.
Hit 'em with that southern grammar. But, in order to understand, ya'
need to know the flow's a combination of my favorites
and my own genius. I mean this: radio, play this.
Won't you see that Smead's the truth, and then ask me for forgiveness.
'Cause you know half of these rappers are still bein' sacreligious.
Stained the name of hip hop and rap as a whole.
Man, it's breakin' my heart, like watchin' Shaq gettin' old.
Fifty dolla make ya' holla, mama, come to my show,
hear the flow, then hit the after party and see how it goes.
If you hear me spit and you like it,
sit and vibe wit' Split on the microphone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
If I'm in the whip next to a chick,
Split is gonna get this trick to give dome.
(I'M GETTIN' SOME BRAINS!)
If you hear me spit and think it's sick,
sip ya' drank and hit this marijuizone.
(I'M SMOKIN' SOME JANE!)
If you think I'll quit, you got it twist-ed.
Never will Split, I'll never get gone.
(I'M DOIN' MY THANG!)
