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