Kick it
Microphone check one, two got to run
Cause everything's money and son I got none

So I got to put my time in rhyme-in
With my crew kicking down tracks and climbing
Coming at you flowing sideways

Everything's my way
Kicking down rhymes from Friday to Friday
Debunk all the things that I find untrue

Got to make my way back cause
I got you


Time, I think its dead, I know it's dead
So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat


So let me get back to the program
If you don't get it then here comes the diagram
Boxing down beats like a heavyweight fighter

Spitting out rhymes like a Pulitzer writer
Always on top cause I won't ever let down
Blowing down beats like a nuclear meltdown

Do what I can cause I got to get through
And I won't ever come back cause I got you


Can I get that far

Let the time fly and give it up to the volume

With the funkadelic flow so I got you