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