Can I Kick It (Live)

[Intro]

Can I kick it? (Crowd: Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Crowd: Yes you can!)

Can I kick it? (Crowd: Yes you can!)

Well I'm gonna (Crowd: Go on, then!)

[Verse]

Look, I can't get no satisfaction (Why?)

I'm in a whole 'nother class of rapping

Fast for 40 days and 40 nights

Until I walked on the moon like Swagger Jackson

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a epic tale

They saw my name on the forums and the blogs

And they said, "He's a herb, he's a lame, it's a epic fail

FOH, SMH, nigga ... LOL!"

But what they didn't understand is according to statistics

I'm supposed to be hanging from my neck in jail

Or on a slab in the mortuary

Freezing with a blank stare on my face, letting off a wretched smell

I'm from the land of the smoking gun, smoking dices

On the run with the Christ from the poltergeists-es

Ducking death, chasing life like a ambulance

Candy man, USB flip cam handy man

You couldn't never catch me slipping on a grassy knoll

Or at the bottom of a well screaming "Lassie, no!"

I'm never spitting nothing lesser than a nasty cold

I'm from the era of Gazelle shades and flashy gold

A pair of Ballys, some Girbauds, and a classy Lo

A pretty dime with a neck full of baby powder

Putting time in, trying to get a baby out her

Pull her hair, squeeze her neck, bring the crazy out her