| 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 |