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