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