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Lyrics

[Verse] When the beat starts pumping that's it (Yeah!) The Hitman 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 got nothing to prove So with the mic in my hand let me state this now You can get with this, no way no how Forget your fingers homeboy, you'll do the walking No need for words, we let the music do the talking [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] Now it's obvious to see that we're dope (We're dope!) Confusing your mind with this flow you can't 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 frond, 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 [Chorus] 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 Break [Interlude] [Chorus] 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 Break