| God’s in the spot you can like it or not
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| So rip the knob off the volume when you give this a shot
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| And raise your hands as the slam starts to thicken the plot
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| Openin’eyes to the lies of the enemies’lot
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| So run like the wind from the sin of your past
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| Keep your eyes on the prize when they put you on blast
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| It’s the Christ on the cross, it’s humanity’s shot
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| It’s a worldwide call to everything that we’re not
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| This is the slam, this is the one
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| This is the slam, this is the one
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| This is the slam, this is the one
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| We gonna do it like it ain’t been done before
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| This is the slam, this is the one
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| We gonna bring it like it ain’t been brung
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| This is the slam, this is the one
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| We gonna do it like it ain’t been done before
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| This is the slam this is the one
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| We gonna spring you like you ain’t been sprung
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| They came from the cities and towns all around
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| To see the longhaired preacher from the desert get down
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| Waist high in water, never short on words, he said
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| Repent, the kingdom of heaven can be yours
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| But he stopped in the middle of his words and dropped
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| Down to his knees and said, behold the Lamb of God
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| He’s the one, the slam, don’t you people understand?
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| You’re staring at the son, God’s reaching out his hand
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| The father slammed it like Shaq
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| For Latinos and Blacks
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| Packin’them straps
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| And Caucasians hooked on Ecstasy and the crack
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| Stacked the sins of this world to his body
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| And conquered evil and hell
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| Then snatched the keys of death in one breath and unlocked the cell
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| He rose on the third
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| I’m tellin’you partner, its actual fact
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| Just like TOBYMAC and Boney Soprano up on this track
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| We slam dunkin’and keep it jumpin’like jumper cables
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| And keep the crowd rowdy like Jesus tossin’them temple tables |