I Go to Work (Re-Recorded) - Kool Moe Dee

I go to work like a doctor

When I rock the mic, you got to like

The way I operate, I make miracles happen

Just from rappin', I’m so lyrically potent

And I’m flowin' and explodin'

On the scene mean, I got the potential

To make you go then chill

I got the credentials that are so essential

To make a rhyme send chills, then you know I will fulfill

To make a couple of mill as I build a guild

For all the rappers of skill

And kill the weak rappers with no thrills

Hang 'em in effigy

If he’s a sucker, hang 'em to the left of me

'Cause my right-hand man is my mic stand and

The microphone that I own and my game plan

Is keepin' at a steady pace

Ain’t no reason to rush, it ain’t no race

I’ma hit the top just when I wanna

And it’s a matter of time and I’m gonna

'Cause I know when to go 'head into

The classic Moe Dee rap that sent ya

Runnin' around, holdin' ya head

Asking your homeboy «Yo man, you heard what he said?»

Another funky rhythm, look at your man and give him

A high five 'cause I’m live runnin' around with him

Telling everybody hanging out on the block

It’s time to wake up and check the clock

Punch it, I go to work

I go to work

I go to work

I go to work like an architect

I build a rhyme sometimes it climbs so erect

Skyscrapers look like atoms

Cars electrons rollin' in patterns

Writing out word after word

With each letter, it becomes visibly better

'Cause my foundation built a nation

Of rappers and after I came off vacation

I came to roam the land I own

And stand alone on the microphone, Daddy’s home

So open the door, playtime is over

Time to go to work and show the

Suckers in the place who run their face

A taste of the bass and who’s the ace

Start the race, I’m coming in first

With each verse, I build a curse

So rappers can’t capture Moe Dee’s rapture

And after I have ya, I have to slap ya

Senseless with endless rhymes, don’t pretend this

Is anything short of stupendous, and when this

Rhyme is done, your mind will become

So trapped in the rap, you’ll lust another one

But you gotta wait, it takes time

I don’t write, I build a rhyme

Draw the plans, draft the diagrams

An architect in effect and it slams

And if it’s weak when I’m done

Renovate and build another one

I go to work

I go to work

I go to work

I go to work, like a boxer

Train the brain and aim to outfox ya

Like a punch, my rhyme rocks ya

Sometimes it knocks ya so hard it stops ya

Dead in your tracks, so power packed

Before you can react, you’re flat on your back

Down for the count, get up and dismount

'Cause I’m coming with an endless amount

Of rhymes in a hurry like a flurry

A collage to camouflage the power punch, but don’t worry

Knowledge is an antidote, I got hand of smoke

Writing at the speed of light with insight I wrote

Rhymes at a level, so you can’t relate

Unless you’re intelligent, so stay awake

Sleepwalkers, slick talkers

This time a native New Yorker’s

Riding a crescendo wave to save the mental

State of the fan so he can understand my pencil’s

Writing a rhyme in its highest form

And I’ma drop it on ya like a bomb

And when it explodes, I’ll blow up

A few casualties, but so what?

If you’re slow, you blow;

you know you go

I flow I throw all-pro, I go to work

To say rap is not work is ludicrous

Whoever said it must be new to this

When you hear me, you’ll compare me

To a prophet for profit, not merely

Putting words together for recreation

Each rhyme’s a dissertation

You wanna know my occupation?

I get paid to rock the nation

I go to work