Welcome to the minds of the infamous ones   Children of God, Jesus' son   Gonna hit you hard it's the hitman for Christ   Gonna steal your soul, yo I just might   You had no idea that christians could be so hard core   We'll keep you flowing to the rhythm seeking more and more   Can you deal with it 'cause this is real kid   You must be one in mil if you can't feel it   How could you feel it boy if you don't move   How could you say you feel it if you don't groove   Just let your spirit go and keep going   Don't even try to stop this flow, it keeps flowing   I see you standing there, you tink you're really tough   But You've got soul it's rockin' and it's ready to bust   Go with the flow and let yourself go   God's running the show, He's got control of my soul   Can you feel it   Can you feel it   Can you feel it   Can you feel it   P.O.D., P.O.D.   P.O.D., P.O.D.      What's the problem son, you said you wanted some   But when I started rockin' P.O.D. got the job done   My Lord said hard, hard is how you hit 'em   One blow with the mic and the quickness is how I get 'em   Alternative thrash, can you deal with it   Funk and groove, with a hiphop appeal to it   Givin' you a style with a different kind of sound   So keep on rockin' even when we bring it down      Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down y'all   Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down   Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down y'all   But don't change the funky, funky sound      Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down y'all   Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down   Bring it down, bring it down, bring it down y'all   But don't change the funky, funky sound