Back to attack like mortal combat,
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Knockin 'em flat with contact,
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On site, (passing others by strong direction),
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We must evade this infection,
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Thousand foot, got my back to protection,
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Strong in every never-been-down road,
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We never been off of it, can't get enough of it,
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I'm out-spoken, in case ya didn't notice,
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I'm all about telling lost souls that need to know this,
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My sound's more (rap than the crib),
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Me, myself and my team rocks through the Ford,
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Like a 7/11, all day all night,
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Our God we boast hard,
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On the reel,
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Represent my King and my God,
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Got to get it get it,
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Don't forget it,
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Got the (curves) of a low B,
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If ya let it,
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That's the sound that's mean, extreme,
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You trip with me and my team,
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I'll show you what I mean.
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I've been waiting so long,
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To get where I'm going,
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In the sunshine of Your love.
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We back to bring it, and got the whole town swinging,
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Off the vibes that'll make you realize when you listen to the,
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We obviously not the record best,
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You can give it days more than anyone waits to play it,
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On this microphone I wanna make known,
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There ain't nothing but weirdness in this vocal tone,
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In the kid's car in the stereo,
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Or in ya CD players, tape deck and home stereo,
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Break down the system,
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I shot once but I missed 'em,
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You think I'm a freak, but you never listen,
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You want plastic Thousand Foot so fast,
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That Krutch the new made-for-plastic we everlasting,
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So I turn the volume up to ten again,
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Just to let 'em know,
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We'll never let 'em in,
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Break the mold when I explode into your eardrum,
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If you want it come and get some.
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I've been waiting so long,
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To get where I'm going,
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In the sunshine of Your love.
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Sunshyne
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Thousand Foot Krutch |