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

Ain't no 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



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

We're dope

Confusing the mind with this flow you can't cope

Cope

What you gonna do when you're faced by 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 squawking

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



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