[Hook]
Can I kick it? With the fam'
Can I kick it? Maybe man
Can I kick it? Miss the fam'
Can I kick it? Take care of them
[Verse 1]
I wrote this verse around 12am
Right after my practice, in my bed again
But tonight was different, feeling the flow
Dealing the flow; like a hurricane drizzled
Feeling wet with excitement, the pen in the centre
The bullshit exited, philosophy entered
The system. I missed him, known as my dad man
I text and he asking, semester is passing
(So when you gonna go and apply, and apply son
When you gonna go and apply?)
Man, I'd go and apply pop and reach for the sky
Leave the fam to the city, I'd rather not try
I mean not now
At least when you get home, cause man I'm grown
(Because, you’re growing, my son)
I got the keys to the chrome
And I know, that life's unlimited like Haytham's cards of YuGiOh
So I'm asking...
[Chorus]
Can I kick it? With the fam'
Can I kick it? Maybe man
Can I kick it? Miss the fam'
Can I kick it? Take care of them
Can I kick it? With the fam'
Can I kick it? Maybe man
Can I kick it? Tryna ditch the fam?
Can I kick it? You’re playing man
[Verse 2]
This next line came in at 7:15
On the bus to Rivermead, the feels of a centipede
Hundreds in traffic on the way to work
Had to take out the NotesApp, to see how it works
I'm talkin bout society, living versus sobriety
Quick to the liquor, like a friendly inquiry
To mingle as singles, and form a cup
I don't really understand, Never knew what's up
Rather than down a few and exhaust the drunk
Why not go out for a bit, and enjoy the funk
Ones natural aura, and personal wealth
Rather than drowning in booze, and hiding yourself
From this significant other that you claim to love
Is it because of the buzz, or is it straight from above
Let's forget about drugs, and get a grip with some hugs
What if I cut off our time, to make our moments less usual?
If I wanted you to be you, wouldn't you feel more beautiful?
Think about it
[Tribute Hook]
Can I kick it?
Ask the Phife
Can I kick it?
Q-Tip the mic
Can I kick it?
Ali in sight
So whatcha sayin?
Go on then
Can I kick it?
Yes, you can
You done playing?
That’s the plan
Still Praying?
To the Greater Man?
Have some faith son…
That’s what I’m sayin
[Verse 3]
In one song I talked about life and love
In the first person and the third because
My opinion ain’t word, cause “word is bond”
Shouts' to Raekwon, quoted into the song
And to the Mos Definite and Common Sense
With the beat that I rapped on, on which they present
A big influence, on the questions to me
Tryna find out who I really am, cause truly
The quest for identity is splitting me through
A young nigga that raps, but loves calculus proofs
I heard he also shoots hoops, and likes to write poetry
My character’s dividual, as an individual
You claim upon a label cause you fail to view me pivotally
Writing similes, with catchy hooks
I told em that I’d drop the tape, next up’s the book
[Outro]
Can I kick it?
Pack your bags
Can I kick it?
Say bye to Dad
Can I kick it?
Mom might be sad
Can I kick it?
But you’ll be fine
Lemme kick it?
Whatcha mean?
Can I kick it?
Really want to know?
Can I kick it?
No aliens though
Lemme hear it
I chose the U of O, ma, chill man!
What’re you talking about?