Supertones strike backJust like Leia's FatherYou hit, we hit back harderLike Huss and Stephen, I am not afraid to be a MartyrCalifornia sun and skySlip inside a suit and tieChevy rolls up to the house with everybody outsideGonna get down like we did the day before50 more people be waitin' at the doorTeam against team, let's even the scoreIf there's 50 people outsideWe got room for 50 more!And we're movin' all smooth and when we get groovin'We're fresh like salsa and we're fat like jubenYou're cranium's cracked from my Shaolin attackProtect your neck, Supertones strike back!We want this whole band to be a big love letterSo we play the ska and it makes you feel betterGod's got love for us, so we got love for youIt's your life, so what you wanna do?So come on put a glide in your stride, and a dip in your hipBest back the heck up, cuz' hip-hop rolls from my lipsI spit when I rap, saliva flies when I singGod gives me gifts, just look at my ringLook less at me and look more to ChristHis grace has saved me and His grace will suffice usSo I jump for Jesus, it's Jesus who frees usLet's get dumb like Beavis, I don't care who sees usWhen we hop to hip-hopJohn Bell gets ill propsYou know he can rock socksGive out love from his soapboxWith hip-hop nonstop, hippidie, hippidie, hopFirst I can rock them socks, then I can knock your blockYou can't stop this, you can't clock thisYou can't dis this, so please don't miss thisA van and a roadmap, keep my life in my backpackComin' through your town, Supertones strike back
