Just Kickin' It

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)