Can I Kick It?
Yeah, so you say you hip-hop right? alright
Well I got a question to ask you, answer me this
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Man y'all niggas must don't know that Jay or that Tribe shit
One more time
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can I kick it (yes you can)
Can I kick it (yes you can)
Well I'm gone (go on then)
I'm back and niggas still got me bent like scoliosis
Flow the coldest but I'm hotter than a summer solstice
Or halitosis I keep it funky
Addicted to a vinyl needle like a freaking junkie
I may be quiet, but know that I'm devising a plan
Energizing the land thru the uprising of man
And as long as I keep my nose clean and my record dirty
They will get thе message early that thе man is 7:30
Crazy, fucking with a chick named Kayleigh
Playing with her clit like the shits a ukulele
Known to wreck mics on the daily
Niggas is pussy they should play in the WNBA league
Hate me, I blew but I'm the same ol' G-A-R-Y
And I'ma always stay low key
Niggas stay mad at me
It ain't my fault in my sweats she calls me big head, grey's anatomy
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can) one more time
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Well i'm gone
I'm on the same level as the devil raising the stakes
And my views are organic, niggas paying for plays
Throw shade then it's curtains for son
My words are like razor blades spitting them be hurting my tongue
That's why they call them album cuts, verbally ginsu
Make incisions with precision you'll get murdered by pencil
My mental, is full of hazardous thoughts
Voldemort leave you holier than Sabbath and cross
You ain't know, I gets busy when in front of a mic
It's so precise you would think I had the tongue of a dike
One of a kind ain't nobody like you know who
Wherever dude go to you know the crew go to
But I be chilling, the villain stays at home all the time
On the grind producing, writing, recording my rhymes
Go against then it's rest in peace
You don't gotta like me bitch S.M.D. (Sheesh)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can) one more time
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Yeah? The I'm gone
Well I got a question to ask you, answer me this
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Man y'all niggas must don't know that Jay or that Tribe shit
One more time
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can I kick it (yes you can)
Can I kick it (yes you can)
Well I'm gone (go on then)
I'm back and niggas still got me bent like scoliosis
Flow the coldest but I'm hotter than a summer solstice
Or halitosis I keep it funky
Addicted to a vinyl needle like a freaking junkie
I may be quiet, but know that I'm devising a plan
Energizing the land thru the uprising of man
And as long as I keep my nose clean and my record dirty
They will get thе message early that thе man is 7:30
Crazy, fucking with a chick named Kayleigh
Playing with her clit like the shits a ukulele
Known to wreck mics on the daily
Niggas is pussy they should play in the WNBA league
Hate me, I blew but I'm the same ol' G-A-R-Y
And I'ma always stay low key
Niggas stay mad at me
It ain't my fault in my sweats she calls me big head, grey's anatomy
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can) one more time
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Well i'm gone
I'm on the same level as the devil raising the stakes
And my views are organic, niggas paying for plays
Throw shade then it's curtains for son
My words are like razor blades spitting them be hurting my tongue
That's why they call them album cuts, verbally ginsu
Make incisions with precision you'll get murdered by pencil
My mental, is full of hazardous thoughts
Voldemort leave you holier than Sabbath and cross
You ain't know, I gets busy when in front of a mic
It's so precise you would think I had the tongue of a dike
One of a kind ain't nobody like you know who
Wherever dude go to you know the crew go to
But I be chilling, the villain stays at home all the time
On the grind producing, writing, recording my rhymes
Go against then it's rest in peace
You don't gotta like me bitch S.M.D. (Sheesh)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can) one more time
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Can i kick it (yes you can)
Yeah? The I'm gone
Credits
Writer(s): Gary Allen Pryor
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