| Kick down the teeth of the wicked creep | |
| undaground where I stay hid lurk down the alleyways, | |
| you be stockin' | |
| me behind back talkers, | |
| cowards be mockin' me. | |
| Try to make me talk, | |
| make me confess can't break a brotha down, | |
| when there's no fear of death that filled with the light, | |
| so you cant stand the sight of me | |
| next to the conquering lion, | |
| at His right I be. | |
| Step up, punks, | |
| get rushed, | |
| you can't touch me braced in your word, | |
| I say, | |
| I have no fear | |
| Step up punks, | |
| get rushed, | |
| you can't touch me. | |
| Sheltered by your blood, | |
| your sweat, your tears | |
| I be all in your face, | |
| state my case | |
| even if you took me out there's another to take my place you waste, | |
| prisoner to your own pride | |
| you can never kill me off, | |
| got too much life in the inside kill me, | |
| beat me, | |
| break my bones, | |
| already gave up my life, | |
| you'll never have my soul | |
| give the credit to the one, | |
| who paid for your crimes suffer for HIS name, | |
| & I'll die for mines. | |
| Step up, | |
| punks, | |
| get rushed, | |
| you can't touch me braced in your word, | |
| I say, | |
| I have no fear | |
| Step up punks, | |
| get rushed, | |
| you can't touch me. | |
| (Selah) Identify your real master recognize & obey the SACRAFICE 8x |