LYRICS
作曲 : Jonathan Scott
作词 : Jonathan Scott
FIRST VERSE
Kickin' up shit that's genuine
Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time
Pass the boulevard, on your mark get set
What you wanna do kid place your bet？
MC's in the house so I wanna get nice
Cause they seen the first one break the ice
Wet with the flow with my one - two punch
So for that city pretty honey got a haunch
That back in the days I had more ***
Than the flex got fouls on Malcom X
And if I'm cool with the mic I guess that's my girl 's
Never putting up a Duke if my name isn't Earl
I let my hair nap up but I like my kinks
Put the black nose on that's fixed
I don't know what to say to my man sittin' here
But I don't got time to give a f**k what he thinks
CHORUS:
Kickin' up shit that's genuine
Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time
(repeat ×4)
My Mind Is Driftin'
(repeat×8)
SECOND VERSER
Deep from the soul come visions
thoughts of the words and the rhymes and the rhythms
from an old record
that was lost in time.
Bustin' a nut in the DJs mind
But when we get pregnant with the hip hop
The industry puts the child up for adoption
The hairs too nappy, we need a half breed
Mixed with the pop and the R&B
So they run a train on the new born style
From that here come the bastard child
With just enough kink but not too nappy
Records selling, everybody' happy
So when I sit back and look at the scene
Make no mistake its all about the green
Exploit the sound
Cause their not down
So I rise above to the higher ground
CHORUS:
Kickin' up shit that's genuine
Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time
(repeat ×4)
My Mind Is Driftin'
(repeat×8)
THIRD VERSE
Top of the world when I flow on the track
Got to move ahead cause I can't look back
I'm walkin' in rhythm，moving in sound
Above the clounds with my feet on the ground
Mother says time flies when your having fun
Pop said time flies even if your having none
Try，and try to put my mind ease
But like the gold digger a piece of mine is a tease
So I got to move to the source of the rhyme
How do you know if I'm ahead of my time
People won't understand my flow on the track
Or that could mean that my shit is just wack
If it really is，or if it really isn't
It don't really matter cause I got my own vision
See，I don't really need a blunt to fly
That's cause I know how to kiss the sky
CHORUS:
Kickin' up shit that's genuine
Smooth Black Bro yo I pass the time
(repeat ×4)
My Mind Is Driftin'
(repeat×8)
FOUTH VERSER
Visions of the mother land that I never knew see
A gangster take the forty top off a brew
Pour it out for the G six feet below
Like an African King then his good to go
It's all connected so don't ask why
That's cause I know how to kiss the sky