Just Kickin It - DFC, MC Breed

Yeah

My name is MC Breed

I’m down with DJ Flash Technology, right?

And what we’re doin here together as a team, the true-doers

Is what we call

Kickin it Ah-ha, I said

We kickin it Da-bigga-da-bigga-da-bigga-da-bigga-da-bigga

Da-bigga-da-bigga-da-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 servin 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 be catchin it first

And I’m kickin it

(Ah yeah)

Said, it’s real necessary, not lack of control

To be at the tip-top with nothin 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

Causin major upsets for you so-called vets

Who was there in the beginning, now you’re sittin in check

I’m kickin it

(Ah yeah)

Yeah, I’m kickin it Now this beat is so dope

Yo Flash, get busy one time

Uknowmsayin?

Nigga-da-nigga-da-nigga-da-ni…

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

Servin on the wheels of steel and we’re real

And if you squeel you’re killed, pimp, that’s the deal

Big Breed, I’m servin 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, goin black for black

Yeah, not wearin a Kangol, but maybe a cable

Thick shades, now you know, no lookin 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

(Ah yeah)