When the beat starts pumping that's it -- yeah

The Hitman't on the mic getting lyrically sick

My boys with the tools to groove to make you want to move

The P.O.D. is rock'n and we have nothing to prove

So with the mic in my hand let me state this now

You can get with this, no way no how

Forget your fingers homeboy, you'll do the walking

No need for words, we let the music do the talking



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God made me

-- and I'm funky

We're set free

-- close your eyes abd let your heart see

God made me

-- It's THE P.O.D. and we're funky

We're set free

-- for all eternity

Break -

Now it's obvious to see that we're dope

-- We're dope

Confusing your mind with this flow you can't cope

-- Cope

What you're gonna do when you're faced with my crew

With the game that is true there's no hope

- Hope

Why do you try to frond, you know that my God is so hard

Taking out you chumps is just a walk in the park

Keep your lips shut with all your hawking and squaking

No need for words, we let the music do the talking



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