I'm not the type of person who likes to waste my time

And when I'm on the mic - I just say my rhymes

Because I'm out on bail - the check is in the mail

They can sentence me to life - but I won't go to jail

I'm cool calm collected - from class I was ejected

Just me, Mike D., and M.C.A. - we're rarely disrespected

I got all the time that I need to kill

What's the time? - it's time to get ill



You been fully captivated by that funky ass bass

Your girlfriend screams when M.C.A.'s in the place

He stumbles in the room with the Chivas in his hand

Cold chillin' on the spot at the microphone stand

I'd have the pedal to the metal if I had a car

But I'm chiller with the Miller - cold coolin' at the bar

I can drink a quart of Monkey and still stand still

What's the time? - it's time to get ill



Went outside my house - I went down to the deli

I spent my last dime to refill my fat belly

I got rhymes galime - I got rhymes galilla

And I got more rhymes than Phillis Diller

M.C.A. takes a stand - man you're in command

Homeboy, turn it out and don't give a damn

My name is M.C.A. - I've got a license to kill

What's the time? - it's time to get ill



Riding down the block with my box in my hand

Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can

Coolin' on the corner with a forty of O.E.

'Cause me and M.C.A. we're down with Mike D.

When I run a jam - I don't give a damn

When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you ma'am."

Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things

I'm the King Adrock and I'm the king of all kings

I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot

I'm M.C.A., I'm here to stay - and you sir, are not

Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see

It's such a trip - you're on my tip so listen to Mike D.

My work is my play - cause I'm playing when I work

My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can dot the jerk

M.C.A., Adrock, Mike D. - it's chill

What's the time? - it's time to get ill