1-2, 1-2
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
[ VERSE 1: MC Breed ]
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)
[ VERSE 2: MC Breed ]
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?
[ VERSE 3: MC Breed ]
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)
