Paroles
Let me enhance your mind with a brand new design
Rap attacks tracks with the drums and basslines
Can't define why my rhyme intertwines
With heavy guitar strikes that bust out streetlights
My plight starts from dusk to dawn
Can't label what I'm doing, no lines were drawn
My mind's on a whole new level of change
Some consider it a blessing, some say that it's strange
Rearrange what I'm doing and it just ain't fly
Can't be God no matter how hard you try
Like Dr. Maya Angelou, when I rise
I'm bound to gain credit like the Nobel Peace Prize
No lie, those who chose to stay froze
Are trapped in this madcap world to make bankrolls
So, I'ma let my flow set the trend
And fall deep within and let it begin
Doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it, doing it my way
Grab the tape deck 'cause I'm not ready to break yet
Musical work worth more than a paycheck
From night to day set, getting my pace set
To run rhymes over the track like a race set
Fuel injection to rock every section
Buckshot will focus like a French connection
My reflection on this track is affection
For those who love music with no exception
This selection's in the right direction
A top choice collection of sound perfection
Full protection over my complexion
But this conception is like a music erection
Flexing a political correction
Buckshot for president the next election
Parlay, I don't really care what the critics say
This session I'm doing it my way, no question
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it, doing it my way
My way has not been easy
A warrior born some two thousand seasons young
My way has led me in all directions
To all points in space and time
My way is infinite and elusive
Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way
Last but not least I'm spitting a third verse like Venom
I can send them to make it tough like Denim
Ready to bend 'em, look through the boss then pin 'em
Break them apart then start from the beginning
Made for winning, it's time to start spinning
So I can be a musical Don like John Lennon
So let's send 'em and let the world know it's phat
Can't rent 'em, the critics ain't going for that
Doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it my way, doing it my way
Doing it, doing it my way
I'm doing it my way
Freedom or shelling
Thank you very much, thank you
Thank you, thank you
Written by: C. Burnett, L. Fishburne, R. DACOSTA

