Song Lyrics

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

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
You know what I'm sayin'

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 be -are-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 cool 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)

Curtis Mayfield, Jermaine Dupri, Manuel Seal