Keep It Goin' On

Yeah, motherfucking funky raps, yeah

Here we go

Here we go, here we go

Rev the engine, rev the engine

Let's go

Get it going on, get it going on

Funky gangster

Once again, as I break it down

This is not a phase or a fad

Who's with a pen and a pad?

Everywhere that I go I see them looking

Give your mouth a rest, watch when I'm cooking

Smoking, never no joking, hoping

For the very best so don't bother provoking

Me, 'cause you don't want me losing my temper

Remember back in '89 in November

I drank a can of Lucozade and then hit 'em

Call me the lyrical, now you know the rhythm

Quick as a flash, make the cash if you can

You be the man, let the woman be the woman

Some say I'm true, honest and humble

Three or four minutes and I'm ready to rumble

Come on, let's go, get off of my case

Stay the hell away from my face, you and your ways

It's all in the way that you portray it

What's on your mind, you got to say it

Instead of the fuckery, here's a little taster

I can't stand around with a time waster

Telling me garbage, selling me garbage

Doing the garbage, I'm sick of the garbage, so

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Drugs I never touch, smokes I never clutch

To those who bought my records I say thank you very much

I don't quit, no, never, never quit, no

Take no shit, no, hate the techno

'Cause I'm deep into my rap music and

Not like the coke you sniff and abuse it

Never the secret I had to keep from them

Beat the drum, play the saxophone and then

Go get it pressed and then put it on vinyl

Go for the final and maybe your time'll

Be here sooner than you think, but anyhow

Some of them rush and they claim they're ready now

So if you wanna go on and take the big step

Go ahead but watch you don't break your neck, and heck

Me, I'm through with the waiting

For the other brother to get his act together so I'd rather

Get it going on and on all alone

Work the shoulder to the bone

It's all about who you know, what you know

Where you go, where you're from

That's why you'll never catch me at the proms

Stick to the plan

I need a helping hand from the bassman

Learn the tricks of the trade and wait years to get paid

I'm not a slave to the trade

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We're making progress, I'm the hell raiser

Raise my voice and go crazy like Fraser

Strength to strength, I got the knack to get 'em back

"Where's his LP?" Leave me alone, Jack

Cut the crap and go keep your distance

One, two, three, take it for instance

I'm just the one who they call the headstrong

Keep it going on, keep it going on

Watch you don't slip, watch you don't slip

Watch you don't slip, and let's take a trip

Back in the days they used to call me the wild child

I got my style, you got your style

Work a little harder, stop the gangbanging

Headbanging, see when I'm hanging

Down at the station, people are passing me

You can't buy me, you ain't having me

It's elementary, ever so simple

Young, free, gifted, single

That's how it's gonna be for years to come, friend

'Til you talk sense, here's what I recommend

Look at the facts and the way that he acts and

Put him on tracks but don't break your backs and

Dig a little deeper, go on and read your books

He don't move with the crooks

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Yo

I'm standing in the rain with my man Apollo

You know it