Lyric Time To Get Ill

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