Kickin' 4 Brooklyn-MC Lyte

Kick this one for Brooklyn Kick this one for the nineties Now kick this one here for me and my DJ Now I was rockin' this party in the 90s, Brooklyn You know where the people get hype I'll rock a party from Friday To Saturday night, forty eight hours done, and I still hold the mic I try to put you down and say that I'm through But they give it back to me and say, continue That's the thing about Brooklyn, they never get enough Of the rap and the music and all the good stuff That makes your life worth livin' for Respect is the crowd, the crowd that I draw Never am I dissed, and never ever shall I be Ain't a MC alive that can deal with me And if you think you're the one that can deal with this Well, you ah best prepare for a big fat dis Kick this one for Brooklyn Kick this one for the nineties Now kick this one here for me and my DJ Now I was chillin' in Flatbush, mindin' my own When a girl walked up with a chrome microphone She said, "Hey, MC Lyte, I heard about you So here's the microphone, let's see what you can do" So I took the microphone and I threw it to the ground 'Cause I need no assist when it comes to gettin' down When I start to rap, she start to shake She knew to confront me was truly a mistake So she picked the microphone off the grey concrete And before I turned around, she was down the street Now kick this one for Brooklyn Kick this one for the nineties Now kick this one here for me and my DJ Now when I'm on the stage, everyone starts starin' Is it what I'm sayin', or is it what I'm wearin'? Fifty fifty chance it's what I'm sayin' And at the same time what my deejay is playin' If you can get hype and sort of like loud Yo, K-Rock, kick this one for the crowd I been to lots of parties, mostly Uptown And one thing I noticed young people get down So hip-hoppers, hip-hoppers, from all around Get with the funky sound Kick this one for Brooklyn Now kick this one for the nineties Now kick this one here for me and my DJ