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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!
That's right, 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!
That's right, and I'm funky 
We're set Free!
Close your eyes and let your heart see 
God made me!
It's the P to the O to the D and we're funky 
We're set free!
For all eternity!

God made me!
That's right, and I'm funky 
We're set Free!
Close your eyes and let your heart see 
God made me!
Payable on Death 
We're set free!
For all eternity!

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