When the beat starts pumping, thats it -- yeah
The hitmans on the mic getting lyrically sick
My boys with the tools to groove to make you want to move
The p.o.d. is rockn and we have nothing to prove
So with the mic in my hand let me state this now
You can get with this, now way no how
Forget your fingers homeboy, youll do the walking
No need for words, we let the music do the talking

God made me
-- and Im funky
Were set free
-- close your eyes and let your heart see
God made me
-- its the p.o.d. and were funky
Were set free
-- for all eternity

Break-
Now its obvious to see that were dope
-- were dope
Confusing your mid with this flow you cant cope
-- cope
What youre gonna do when youre faced with my crew
With the game that is true theres no hope
-- hope
Why do you try to front, 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

God made me
-- and Im funky
Were set free
-- close your eyes and let your heart see
God made me
-- its the p.o.d. and were funky
Were set free
-- for all eternity
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