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 beasts 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.