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."