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
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