Doin' My Thing (feat. Scribe)

Che che che cheayah bo Hawkes Bay! YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH BOY Tipene bay Nah nah nah naaah yo Scribble the Crusader Yeh yeh yeah Nah nah nah naaaah, yeh yeh yeeah Man they thought they saw the brother On stage but sort of undercover He reppin' that boom to the bap That hip hop and the rap And leaving the rap goons all exhumed with the wack (ahhh) Reppin' hard that Māori style Hastings they can't believe he's not Seig Heil Fare skinned but not quite the Nok Su Kow LL, like mama said knock you out I'm coming with the coarse flow Brought the washed up rappers more soap Gotcha' toe tapping like morse code through your feet Sending out an S.O.S got Zom-on the Beat oh MC, I was born for the beats With more baaa's then a farm full of sheep Now I've got it all within an arms reach Man I take it to em' and they know it's Tipene pene Teeps ahh I'm Just Doin' My Thing Che che che cheayah bo! Scribe yo I'm Just Doin' My Thing Shot out to my brother from another mother Tipene Bay, 06 06 to 03 Just Doin' My Thing Christchurch where you at Flaxmere we up in here For real we doing our thing(I'm Just Doin' My Thing) Yeah! Yo my grandparents jumped on a boat For a dream that we try to keep afloat 50 years later watch their grandson made it Now I'm driving down the road in my BMW I'm riding for my nanna who done come from Samoa Throwing up Luafutu Tua Tangaloa And all you really know is that I got sick flows But I'm not a Māori I just got a big nose So get that clear, got these raps here Got me doing my thing from Cantebury to Flaxmere And I got all of these pussy cats scared Coz they know I've come to test em' all like a PAP Smear, ohh yeh Bo, I'm doing my thing, I never knew when I grew up I'd sing Who knew it would come true all my dreams Never know when I blew up I would be king Hah, Just Doin' My Thing Che che che cheayah bo! I'm Just Doin' My Thing Yeh yeh yeh yeah Boy! I'm Just Doin' My Thing We Just Doin' Our Thing Just Doin' Our Thing Tipene let em' know An if I had a known, I'd be in this world standing alone Planning my own future me and my microphone Just a place where I can roam free Without Hoha's always being nosey Smiling at me with false teeth where society Finally says goodbye to me it hurts inside That the only hope lies in winning the lottery It kinda frightens me, knowing our peoples prophecy Just what our Rangatahi really decide to be We make a mockery still I'm stoking the fire see Māoridom is deprived but still alive inside of me Everywhere I go I've got spiritual company My Tupuna guides my life which inspires me to breathe I Plant the seed to a Tōtara tree Let it grow to it's fully maturity what time it needs With the blessing of Tane, Tangaroa and Tawhiri My descendants carve a waka to navigate the seven seas I sense Hawaiiki beyond the pacific breeze Gain mana of Māoritanga by any specific means Like a strike from a Taiaha I keep my lyrics clean That's why kaka MC's don't know what un-explicit means Only rhymes as pure as water are uplifted in steam Over time that instincts been slightly twisted in our genes Harakeke to mend it when it's splitting at the seems Is Tipene the true Representor of Māori And ah I'm Just Doin' My Thing Che che che cheayah bo! I'm Just Doin' My Thing Ah ah I'm Just Doin' My Thing and ah ah ah I'm Just Doin' My Thing We Just Doin' Our Thing We Just Doin' Our Thing Just Doin' Our Thing Tipene, let em know La la la la la La la la la la La la la la la Che che che cheayah bo (repeat) La la la la laah yeh yeh yeh yeah bo Nah nah nah nah Yo ZombeatZ boy (beatmaker)