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