Just Kickin' It

歌詞

1-2, 1-2 Yeah My name is MC Breed I'm down with DJ Flash Technology, right? And what we're doing here together as a team, the true-doers Is what we call Kicking it Ah-ha, I said We kicking it Back in '86 when I started this I said, the people told me: "Breed, you're not an artist" But now it's 1990, I'm serving em well With the rhymes, rhythms, style and clientele Concert after concert, one after the other A man with the plan, plus a hustler undercover A president, a guy of his own Said, I knew I was proper, and I knew I was strong But all it takes is concentration, rhyme calculation Enough crew members to carry a nation To be exact, yo Jack, I rehearsed The cat wants your tongue, but I'd be catching it first And I'm kicking it Said, it's real necessary, not lack of control To be at the tip-top with nothing but bankroll To develop an actual skill, son You gotta be born a natural real one Not high up on a pedestal, just a born idol To me it's just a typical man-made title To remain an architect and stand, in fact You're startin to sweat, to eject is your best bet Certified legal, not against the law I'm not irrelevant, but terribly raw I got on-the-job knowledge and puttin it on paper No bun for those who b.s. the baker That's right, the mack Eric Breed is all that It's pretty simple, not to mention a fact Causing major upsets for you so-called vets Who was there in the beginning, now you're sitting in check I'm kicking it Yeah, I'm kickin it [Talking] Now this beat is so dope Yo Flash, get busy one time You know what I'm sayin? Not once do I think I need to change my mind Technology's here with me to co-sign Yeah, for the occasion, Breed's invasion of death force Sit back, relax, Techno cuts of course Yo, the b-r double e-d, and it's me From the city of F-l-i-n-t with Technology Serving on the wheels of steel and we're real And if you squeal you're killed, pimp, that's the deal Big Breed, I'm serving at the top of my mind But his wax is just like 'jack, so then grind It's like MC Kicking-It, one time like this and that Step back, Jack, going black for black Yeah, not wearing a Kangol, but maybe a cable Thick shades, now you know, no looking like cool Moe Yo, the rhyme that I'll be kicking will collect D-d-d-all respect, so why should I fess? And I'm kicking it Huh, and I'm kickin it