Just Kickin' It

(album: Code Red - 1993)

The F-L-Y guy
About to toss some action
Here I go again with a groove to move you
Something kinda smooth, you can bop your head to
Chill it, the feel, you can play it anytime
Its smooth, is the groove, play it back behind the rhyme
So please, put a freeze, on hooving and hollering
Fans deserve more, for their hip-hop dollar, man
And I'm just the rapper to deliver
The rapper that can give a
Funky rhyme, flowing like a river
Silky, silky, kind to the ear
Diction perfect, rhymes all clear
Tempo moderate, this ain't no marathon
Step back, new jack's, observe the paragon
Ha, who? what? why? when?
Don't be looking around clown, that's right, I'm back again
With the dopeness, your head is bopping isn't it?
Yeah I thought so
Yo, I'm just kicking it
Yeah
Just kicking it-Yeah, Yeah
I'm just kicking it
I really cannot kick it
Just kickin it
Jus watch me y'all; I'm just kicking it kicking it
Uh Just kicking it
Yeah, yo I'm just kicking it
Just kick, and just kick it
Just kicking it -Ooh
Prepare for a voyage, just close your eyes
Who ain't ready, holler out I
Well ain't nobody hollering,
'Cause all is perfect
The groove is a wave, and my rhyme's a surfing
The track design
With a rhyme in mind
Bidi budup up up, the charges will climb
Every young rapper trying to get you to jump
But when you're all done jumping
I'ma get you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked, and a kicker and my rhymes are flawless
So sit back, relax and allow me to rock ya
With a hit that you're gonna get mentally locked to
A hip-hop solid and all flow, flower
I post up, together, better than Noah
A cut, to kick it too, kind to the ear drum
All true poetry, for me y'all be hearing some
So extra, extra, read all about it
I slam a the hell out of those that doubt it
I'm ripping every city I been in
Coast to coast, not to boast, but I'm winning
My fans are powerful, and that's the way I'm living
All about effort y'all
Yo, I'm just kicking it
Uh Just kicking it
Yeah, yeah, I'm just kicking it
Just kicking it
Come on Come on, I'm just kicking it
Just kicking it
Now, I'm just kicking it
Just kicking it Just kicking it
Let's take a trip, mellow out while I'm rapping
Ya mind is the boat, and my rhyme's the captain
So hoist a sail, and it's time to flow
To a place that other rappers don't go
Welcome, welcome, into my territory
Everbody get on up, and get busy for me
Heads are bopping hard and fast
And now I'm getting' sued 'cause my groove caused whiplash
Everytime a rhymer tried to
Say something smooth, that'll move inside you
The way that you should feel when you hear a real rap
Is trapped in the rhyme and your climbing to the climax
A lyrical painter, the fresh prince
And y'all a know of my Picasso essence
Musical passion, lovely isn't?
But ain't nothing to it
Yo, I'm just kicking it
Just kicking it Just kicking
Check me, check me, just kicking it
Just kicking it Just kicking it
Like Pronto y'all, I'm just kicking it
Just kicking it
Uh, I'm just kicking it
Just kicking it
Yo, I'm out
Just kicking it [9x]
La-aha
He-he-he-ha