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  • What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's 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 that 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 Phyllis 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
    And what's the time? It's time to get ill
    (I'm Mr. Ed)
    (The famous Mr. Ed)
    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 Ad-Rock 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 because I'm playing when I work
    My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can do the jerk
    M.C.A., Ad-Rock, Mike D. - it's chill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
  • What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's 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 that 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 Phyllis 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
    And what's the time? It's time to get ill
    (I'm Mr. Ed)
    (The famous Mr. Ed)
    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 Ad-Rock 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 because I'm playing when I work
    My name's Mike D., as you can see and I can do the jerk
    M.C.A., Ad-Rock, Mike D. - it's chill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill
    What's the time? It's time to get ill