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When the beat starts pumping, that's it |
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- Yeah The hitman's on the mic getting lyrically sick |
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My boys with the tools to groove to make you want to move |
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The P.O.D. is rock'n and we have nothing to prove |
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So with the mic in my hand let me state this now |
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You can get with this, now way no how |
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Forget your fingers homeboy, you'll do the walking |
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No need for words, we let the music do the talking |
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God made me |
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- And I'm funky |
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We're set Free |
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- Close your eyes and let your heart see |
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God made me |
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- It's the P.O.D. and we're funky |
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We're set free |
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- For all eternity |
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Break- |
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Now it's obvious to see that we're dope |
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- We're dope |
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Confusing your mid with this flow you can't cope |
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- Cope |
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What you're gonna do when you're faced with my crew |
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With the game that is true there's no hope |
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- Hope |
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Why do you try to front, |
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you know that my God is so hard |
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Taking out you chumps is just a walk in the park |
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Keep your lips shut with all your Hawking and Squaking |
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No need for words, we let the music do the talking |
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God made me |
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- And I'm funky |
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We're set Free |
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- Close your eyes and let your heart see |
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God made me |
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- It's the P.O.D. and we're funky |
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We're set free |
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- For all eternity |
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