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