I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time   And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes   Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail   They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail   I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected   Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected   I got all the time that I need to kill   What's the time? - it's time to get ill      You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass   Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place   He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand   Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand   I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car   But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar   I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still   What's the time? - it's time to get ill      Went outside my house - I went down to the deli   I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly   I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla   And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller   M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command   Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn   My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill   What's the time? - it's time to get ill      Riding down the block with my box in my hand   Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can   Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E.   'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D.   When I run a jam - I don't give a damn   When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am."   Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things   I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings   I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot   I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not   Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see   It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D.   My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work   My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk   M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill   What's the time? - it's time to get ill