When the beat starts pumping that's it -- Yeah. The hitman's 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 now way no how. Forget your fingers homeboy you'll do the walking. No need for words we let the music do the talking. God made me. -- And I'm funky. We're set Free. -- Close your eyes and 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 mid 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 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 I'm funky. We're set Free. -- Close your eyes and let your heart see. God made me. -- It's the P.O.D. and we're funky. We're set free. -- For all eternity. 2X. .