Letras:
J Five Kick Me

when you're climbing those big old trees that no matter who you screw you won't do better than me so baby Chorus Time me down and cheat on me This kick me

wet Been on tour 3 months and I aint had no sex Been meditating, exercising my mental bowflex Michael Jackson dead, which one of us 'bout to go next Me, Mary J

joking, you get broken Dead in Flatbush, back to Roanoake and... People always askin me, how your shit be sellin For makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon Police throwed me

Four-five at a time But they're the ones paying me By the end of the night Pimps hunt me down And try to get the cash And then me and Samuel Jackson

me in your lobby blunted And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit Makin little tapes but keepin it secret Cause I kick

lockdown, for nine months Chillin, with my mother to guide me And nuttin but a stomach to hide me from all that worry and bullshit Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick

they seem to rap is if they got a Philly Maybe I'm Nicole Brown, cause you really kill me Got away with hittin me, but you ain't O.J. I'm bout to shake

Kickin it to me as if I don't know the time But I'm the BlackThought, I'm all up in your mind I figure you the kind to say, "Give me a call" but then

Gimme them medals back, since you forgot how to rap Call DJ Bobcat and ask him where them old records at Like Channel Five karate, my kick is gonna reach