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