Lets Kick It by POETIK Lyrics
[Verse 1: Poetik]
Can I be the one to break you off, somethin' fresh, somethin' blessed
Capitative mindset, baby, peep the dialect
I be that ill for the ville, type of Hamofied rapper
Vailima drinkin', every day I'm that rapper
Spit it for your soul, man, I bet that if you hear it
It'll motivate the spirit, feel it burnin' in the lungs
Like I just passed the blunt, uce, I'm straight chillin'
Poet's in the house, came to kick it with the villain
Shout out to yo' town, that's for my town, uce
Spread love, that's the truth, represent the Poly roots
Take it back to the first Wakas', the [?] days
Before the voyage, and the hustlin', the coinage
Just a young skinny trade bone I remember
Duckin' them crooked cops so I'm broke till November
Life is like a can of eleni, it goes fast
You gots to watch yo' back in the ghetto, or that's your ass, mister postman
[Chorus: Poetik]
Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it's time for a drink
I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease
It's all love in the place to be
The crew and me about to kick it
Excuse me if I pass the blaze
Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it
[Verse 2: Poetik]
Forgive me, Lord, I'm still sinful
Rockin' to this classic King T instrumental
It kicks me off the streets though if only for a day
Pourin' out liquor where my loved ones lay
I got that burden, it's kinda murderous intellect
That's the way we came up, still 'bout it 'till the death
Slow down, what you talkin', player?
Gee, I been rappin' for a minute, still I ain't sold out, so what you sayin', player?
Oh, I ain't got that Insta game on lock
And Facebookin' with the YouTube views and what not
Radio won't even play this shit, I'm too gutter
So I kicked in the door like I peel the motherfucker
I ain't tryna make it in your lane, I'm just reppin'
6-eighty-5 bet you'll never disrespect it
And let's wreck it for the record, let's keep it quite clear
The first rapper reppin' 6-eighty-5 is right here, let's kick it
[Chorus: Poetik]
Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it's time for a drink
I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease
It's all love in the place to be
The crew and me about to kick it
Excuse me if I pass the blaze
Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it
[Verse 3: Melodownz]
Before the natty dreadlocks I had the comb in my afro
Coconut cream and [?] yeah I'm that broke
Eating afghans on the ave, yo
Sad to them high school hoes I was an asshole
Played 'em like a banjo on a bad day every time that I ran straight
You got a handshake, while I put my syrup on the pancake
I'm that made [?]
Bringing more flavor than my nan's [?]
And that's the one, the bastard son of a, none other
He got a gun you better run, brother
But I be out here, promotin' the peace
Unless you out here, phonin' police
So that's a no-no, we don't really need that
Put your seat back, and I don't want your opinion unless its feedback
I don't need your weed to get me high
From the 8-twenty-8 to the 6-eighty-5, let's kick it
[Chorus: Poetik]
Man, I been hustlin' all week now, it's time for a drink
I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease
It's all love in the place to be
The crew and me about to kick it
Excuse me if I pass the blaze
Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it
Can I be the one to break you off, somethin' fresh, somethin' blessed
Capitative mindset, baby, peep the dialect
I be that ill for the ville, type of Hamofied rapper
Vailima drinkin', every day I'm that rapper
Spit it for your soul, man, I bet that if you hear it
It'll motivate the spirit, feel it burnin' in the lungs
Like I just passed the blunt, uce, I'm straight chillin'
Poet's in the house, came to kick it with the villain
Shout out to yo' town, that's for my town, uce
Spread love, that's the truth, represent the Poly roots
Take it back to the first Wakas', the [?] days
Before the voyage, and the hustlin', the coinage
Just a young skinny trade bone I remember
Duckin' them crooked cops so I'm broke till November
Life is like a can of eleni, it goes fast
You gots to watch yo' back in the ghetto, or that's your ass, mister postman
[Chorus: Poetik]
Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it's time for a drink
I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease
It's all love in the place to be
The crew and me about to kick it
Excuse me if I pass the blaze
Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it
[Verse 2: Poetik]
Forgive me, Lord, I'm still sinful
Rockin' to this classic King T instrumental
It kicks me off the streets though if only for a day
Pourin' out liquor where my loved ones lay
I got that burden, it's kinda murderous intellect
That's the way we came up, still 'bout it 'till the death
Slow down, what you talkin', player?
Gee, I been rappin' for a minute, still I ain't sold out, so what you sayin', player?
Oh, I ain't got that Insta game on lock
And Facebookin' with the YouTube views and what not
Radio won't even play this shit, I'm too gutter
So I kicked in the door like I peel the motherfucker
I ain't tryna make it in your lane, I'm just reppin'
6-eighty-5 bet you'll never disrespect it
And let's wreck it for the record, let's keep it quite clear
The first rapper reppin' 6-eighty-5 is right here, let's kick it
[Chorus: Poetik]
Man, I been hustlin' all week, now it's time for a drink
I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease
It's all love in the place to be
The crew and me about to kick it
Excuse me if I pass the blaze
Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it
[Verse 3: Melodownz]
Before the natty dreadlocks I had the comb in my afro
Coconut cream and [?] yeah I'm that broke
Eating afghans on the ave, yo
Sad to them high school hoes I was an asshole
Played 'em like a banjo on a bad day every time that I ran straight
You got a handshake, while I put my syrup on the pancake
I'm that made [?]
Bringing more flavor than my nan's [?]
And that's the one, the bastard son of a, none other
He got a gun you better run, brother
But I be out here, promotin' the peace
Unless you out here, phonin' police
So that's a no-no, we don't really need that
Put your seat back, and I don't want your opinion unless its feedback
I don't need your weed to get me high
From the 8-twenty-8 to the 6-eighty-5, let's kick it
[Chorus: Poetik]
Man, I been hustlin' all week now, it's time for a drink
I'm here to kick it, relax yo' mind, killer at ease
It's all love in the place to be
The crew and me about to kick it
Excuse me if I pass the blaze
Disregard the cold stare, that's my gangsta ways
I be swiggin' on that H205 and ride
Poetik and Melodown cousin, feel the vibe, let's kick it