Ma Thang Songtext
von Otropic t(H)ree

I gets it going like a Boeing 747
Gets it going right into the head

Tree of the tropic, can′t stop rocking it
Imaginary cocked tongue sharper than sparks ear
And you MC's over there just come here
Have no fear if I try to, I already had you in my pocket
I chose the topic, you did the top pick

Picking us, Aisha how you feel?
I′m feeling kind of restless cause I know you want to check this
Piece of tropic that I got in the tree
It's just about as tropic as the cocoa in a nut
So step off and cut the bull on this and get with the real shit
We bring the last ingredient to add to the recipe

Spice it up and you will see you're witnessing reality

Stretching from the Africa′s into the Caribbean
You didn′t see us coming but we're here and now you′re humming


Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing

Original, a tropical, a flavour good behaviour
With the essence of Arabian methods of the Nubian eclipse
Of the art I'm smoking off of tropic leaves
I puff a smoke, stomping out the roach
I separate the mainstream coming off suave
Check the repertoire maybe it′s the instant insanity
I really don't know
What you mean, you really don′t know?
Just let me go

Technics twirl the track
Microphone check, one two
That's what I need to get the plaque, check

Trying to do my own thing I swing a tropical ep
And bridge the gap between fat and all that
Mind-y, moody, hesitant
Then I come off straight up like Greyhound buses non-stop
The beat is in, I mean on, so I kick some
Mind reaches orgasm, on stage is where I come


Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing

Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
I'm just trying to do my thing

Trying to shape the dominion of the tropics
With your useless opinions and your false eyed glee
Keep back-stabbing and now you′re falling off the wagon

Now you be like tagging, sagging, gagging
But I′m bliss, I'm blissfully happy to be me

Not into others business and if you′re into mine
Then you're gonna have to kiss this
Got many possibilities to flow frequently

Welcome to the psychedelic
So I guess I go a natural state of cloud nine
I see the sun that shines
I′m alright, protected by the light and the careful eye
From up above, simply getting props
Like raindrops, tart lots, never cease to lick shots
To interface your head, circumference of the dread
I'm billing up a chapter, adaptor, I capture
The poetry of tropically, taste like brotherly
And all of that good stuff

Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing

Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing
Trying to do my thing

Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
Just trying to do my thing
I′m just trying to do my thing