Kick Along
C'mon B
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
C'mon B
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
C'mon B
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along (c'mon B)
Kick along (c'mon B)
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
If you like it accapella, a soul clap'll be sweet
Almost complete
Feel the impact when it hit the street
But uh, it sound thicker when I kick it wit' a beat
See I can let it speak for itself
But every now and then, it need a little help
Guess who? To the rescue, pump
Rippin' up comp, I step and then stomp
A small scam it's in the land like Mr. Timberland
Prepare the stage for Rakim to stand
Then I pick a song, grab the mic, click it on
Time to get it on, kick along
See if you could move to the words I speak
Pick up on a rhythm (kickin' wit' da beat)
My mentallect gets warm, feed into your physical form
You can't keep calm
Get fit to the skit, try to hop on
Get hip to the trick, as I flip the script
You feel a rush like a thrust of an arrow, plus
You're looking through the eye of a barrel, bust
Emergency, take him to the operatin' room
Put him on the floor, let his heart feel the boom
React to the wrath of a brand new song
Then, kick along
Kick along
Kick along (c'mon B)
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along (c'mon B)
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
A kick is a hip wit' hop
A pep wit' step, like the floor is hot
I project alot, so you can use every kick you got
But don't forget, don't kick when I stop
I'm somethin' like Simon says
As I'm pumpin' hype rhymes in your heads
The mic's a remote control and I'm pointin' it at ya
When I push buttons, you're gonna have ta
Break straight to the floor
'Cause I'mma make more
Each one's composed in the shows
And each one flows, how long? Nobody knows
And whoever try to take 'em, I'mma break 'em
Drag it out of 'em, dehydrate 'em
The beat makes the beat in your heart accelerate
Your pulse is a drumroll, too late to wait
A pen'll send adrendaline to ten
If then begin to blend the smooth that's sent
That's to prevent you from gettin' asthma
You try to keep up, because, the cut has ya
Blood pressure to the point, never stops a drop
Puttin' stain in the veins and the brain, ya blood clots
Too quick to pause it, you almost lost it
So kick along 'til you're all exhausted
And look what my data made, my power'll never fade
I keep it energetic, or hype as Gatorade
Now kick it wit' a beat (c'mon B)
C'mon (hit 'em wit' the beat), kick along
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along (c'mon B)
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
They can't wait to kick steps to this
So I make a skit just for kicks (c'mon B)
Syncopated, coursing though
Innovated because the flow (c'mon B)
Melodic and melodramatic styles occur
Like a choreographer, my mind's a photographer
Makin' music visible
For the individual, that gets visual (c'mon B)
What I manifest you express on the dance floor
Pants get torn when the jam is on
'Cause I kick rhymes until the rhymes kick back
It's hard to kick that, where did ya get that? (c'mon B)
Here's the concept, part of you're concert
Expect the expert to perfect and do work
Don't stop the song 'til I'm gone
Keep gettin' it on, kick it off with the horns
Kick along (c'mon B)
Kick along
Kick along
Kick it wit' the beat
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
C'mon B
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
C'mon B
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along (c'mon B)
Kick along (c'mon B)
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
If you like it accapella, a soul clap'll be sweet
Almost complete
Feel the impact when it hit the street
But uh, it sound thicker when I kick it wit' a beat
See I can let it speak for itself
But every now and then, it need a little help
Guess who? To the rescue, pump
Rippin' up comp, I step and then stomp
A small scam it's in the land like Mr. Timberland
Prepare the stage for Rakim to stand
Then I pick a song, grab the mic, click it on
Time to get it on, kick along
See if you could move to the words I speak
Pick up on a rhythm (kickin' wit' da beat)
My mentallect gets warm, feed into your physical form
You can't keep calm
Get fit to the skit, try to hop on
Get hip to the trick, as I flip the script
You feel a rush like a thrust of an arrow, plus
You're looking through the eye of a barrel, bust
Emergency, take him to the operatin' room
Put him on the floor, let his heart feel the boom
React to the wrath of a brand new song
Then, kick along
Kick along
Kick along (c'mon B)
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along (c'mon B)
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
A kick is a hip wit' hop
A pep wit' step, like the floor is hot
I project alot, so you can use every kick you got
But don't forget, don't kick when I stop
I'm somethin' like Simon says
As I'm pumpin' hype rhymes in your heads
The mic's a remote control and I'm pointin' it at ya
When I push buttons, you're gonna have ta
Break straight to the floor
'Cause I'mma make more
Each one's composed in the shows
And each one flows, how long? Nobody knows
And whoever try to take 'em, I'mma break 'em
Drag it out of 'em, dehydrate 'em
The beat makes the beat in your heart accelerate
Your pulse is a drumroll, too late to wait
A pen'll send adrendaline to ten
If then begin to blend the smooth that's sent
That's to prevent you from gettin' asthma
You try to keep up, because, the cut has ya
Blood pressure to the point, never stops a drop
Puttin' stain in the veins and the brain, ya blood clots
Too quick to pause it, you almost lost it
So kick along 'til you're all exhausted
And look what my data made, my power'll never fade
I keep it energetic, or hype as Gatorade
Now kick it wit' a beat (c'mon B)
C'mon (hit 'em wit' the beat), kick along
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along (c'mon B)
Hit 'em wit' the beat
Kick along
Hit 'em wit' the beat
C'mon B
They can't wait to kick steps to this
So I make a skit just for kicks (c'mon B)
Syncopated, coursing though
Innovated because the flow (c'mon B)
Melodic and melodramatic styles occur
Like a choreographer, my mind's a photographer
Makin' music visible
For the individual, that gets visual (c'mon B)
What I manifest you express on the dance floor
Pants get torn when the jam is on
'Cause I kick rhymes until the rhymes kick back
It's hard to kick that, where did ya get that? (c'mon B)
Here's the concept, part of you're concert
Expect the expert to perfect and do work
Don't stop the song 'til I'm gone
Keep gettin' it on, kick it off with the horns
Kick along (c'mon B)
Kick along
Kick along
Kick it wit' the beat
Credits
Writer(s): Eric B., Rakim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Don't Sweat The Technique (BL Socks Remix)
- The Remixes (1987-1992)
- Paid In Full (Rarities Edition)
- Paid In Full / Eric B.Is On The Cut
- Gold
- 20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: Best Of Eric B & Rakim
- 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Eric B. & Rakim
- Don't Sweat The Technique
- Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em
- Follow The Leader
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