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God's in the spot you can like it or not

So rip the knob off the volume when you give this a shot

And raise your hands as the slam starts to thicken the plot

Openin' eyes to the lies of the enemies' lot

So run like the wind from the sin of your past

Keep your eyes on the prize when they put you on blast

It's the Christ on the cross, it's humanity's shot

It's a worldwide call to everything that we're not

This is the slam, this is the one

This is the slam, this is the one

This is the slam, this is the one

We gonna do it like it ain't been done before

This is the slam, this is the one

We gonna bring it like it ain't been brung

This is the slam, this is the one

We gonna do it like it ain't been done before

This is the slam this is the one

We gonna spring you like you ain't been sprung

They came from the cities and towns all around

To see the longhaired preacher from the desert get down

Waist high in water, never short on words, he said

Repent, the kingdom of heaven can be yours

But he stopped in the middle of his words and dropped

Down to his knees and said, behold the Lamb of God

He's the one, the slam, don't you people understand?

You're staring at the son, God's reaching out his hand

The father slammed it like Shaq

For Latinos and Blacks

Packin' them straps

And Caucasians hooked on Ecstasy and the crack

Stacked the sins of this world to his body

And conquered evil and hell

Then snatched the keys of death in one breath and unlocked the cell

He rose on the third

I'm tellin' you partner, its actual fact

Just like TOBYMAC and Boney Soprano up on this track

We slam dunkin' and keep it jumpin' like jumper cables

And keep the crowd rowdy like Jesus tossin' them temple tables

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