Zebrahead

Kick it
Microphone check one, two got to run
Cause everything's money and son I got none
so I got to put my time in rhyme
in
With my crew kicking down tracks and climbing
Coming at you flowing sideways
Everything's my way
Kicking down rhymes from Friday to Friday
Debunk all the things that I find untrue
Got to make my way back cause
I got you
Time, I think its dead, I know it's dead