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