To everyone in Scandanavia
To everyone in the North of France
You guys better dance out there,
It's just so deep you got to dance!
Everybody rock it one time for Supertones
We are still standing in two-thousand and dizzle
That is to say I'm not good lookin'
In fact the rhythm rhyme is cookin'
Brighten up your soul and loosen up our brain
Make my heartbeat all fast like Rebbecca St. James
So please allow me to proceed and bust my rude boy flow
On the underground scene at the underground show
Grownups, kids and inbetweens I guess it takes all kinds
'Cause I guess we got true love, my blood,
My blood true love is blind
Our purpose is to worship and to make the body strong
I don't care about your haircut, can't we all just get along?
Not just get along, but to really love and care
If your eyes are on the Lord you can't see nobody's hair
Well I don't claim to be a rhymin' apparatus
I don't want to be a gangster, I don't want to be the baddest
I ain't no Al Pacino and I ain't no Al Capone
I'm just a rude boy with a new toy
Add two speakers and a microphone!
So listen up, listen up and make sure that you can hear me
I'm your brother and I'm your friend so come on and get near me
I'm a sinner just like all of you don't make me into an idol
I'm a preacher, I'm a saint and sinner, guess I fit the titles
Gotta keep a humble heart, 'cause my good is not enough
Jehovah Jireh, gotta give the glory up, up, up! (Ha!)
To Y'shua me salvitore, gotta give you all the glory
God, I give you all my fears
God, I give you all my years
You're my God and I will bow,
I'll show all the proud people how
You're my God and I will bow,
In fact I think I'll bow right now
This one is for Value Pak, for Doritos
This one is for tasty snacks
Plankeye, Fanmail, Five Iron Frenzy,
Stride 5-0 you guys pretend like you never tried to be Ska
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