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