Let the Music Do the Talking

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
 Ain't no 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
 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
 Now it's obvious to see that we're dope
 We're dope
 Confusing the mind with this flow you can't cope
 Cope
 What you gonna do when you're faced by 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 squawking
 No need for words
 We let the music do the talking
 God made me
 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
 God made me
 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