Back to attack like mortal combat,
Knockin ´em flat with contact,
On site, (passing others by strong direction),
We must evade this infection,
Thousand foot, got my back to protection,
Strong in every never-been-down road,
We never been off of it, can´t get enough of it,
I´m out-spoken, in case ya didn´t notice,
I´m all about telling lost souls that need to know this,
My sound´s more (rap than the crib),
Me, myself and my team rocks through the Ford,
Like a 7/11, all day all night,
Our God we boast hard,
On the reel,
Represent my King and my God,
Got to get it get it,
Don´t forget it,
Got the (curves) of a low B,
If ya let it,
That´s the sound that´s mean, extreme,
You trip with me and my team,
I´ll show you what I mean.

I´ve been waiting so long,
To get where I´m going,
In the sunshine of Your love.

We back to bring it, and got the whole town swinging,
Off the vibes that´ll make you realize when you listen to the,
We obviously not the record best,
You can give it days more than anyone waits to play it,
On this microphone I wanna make known,
There ain´t nothing but weirdness in this vocal tone,
In the kid´s car in the stereo,
Or in ya CD players, tape deck and home stereo,
Break down the system,
I shot once but I missed ´em,
You think I´m a freak, but you never listen,
You want plastic Thousand Foot so fast,
That Krutch the new made-for-plastic we everlasting,
So I turn the volume up to ten again,
Just to let ´em know,
We´ll never let ´em in,
Break the mold when I explode into your eardrum,
If you want it come and get some.

I´ve been waiting so long,
To get where I´m going,
In the sunshine of Your love.