Just Kickin It

One-two, one-two, 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-duo

Is what we call

Kickin it

Uh-huh, I said, we kickin 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'll be catching it first

And I'm kickin 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 starting 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 putting it on paper

No bun for those who BS 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 sittin in check

I'm kickin it

Yeah, I'm kickin

Man, this beat is so dope

Yo, Flash, get busy one time

You know what I'm saying?

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 'jax, so then grind

It's like MC Kickin-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 Kool Moe

Yo, the rhyme that I'll be kickin will collect

D-d-d-all respect, so why should I fess?

And I'm kickin it

Da-bigga-da yeah

Huh, and I'm kickin it