Letras: Grits. Soundcheck.

We want the levels pumpin'
The monitors tweakin'
Turn it up the first mic
So we can hear him speakin'

Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'

Let the levels pump
(Pump!)
The monitors tweak
(Tweak!)
Turn up the mic
(Mic!)
We can hear him speak
(Speak!)

Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'

If you look closely analyze through my life
Mostly take a journey orbit morbid
Ghastly and ghostly theories motivated by
Being illustrated by my consumption of intake

And clean cut assumption of something
I do declare Mr. Beauregard rotten to the core
Living life and with no regard to mental health
Feel me when I say that I was into self

Glory, wealth, mine for the taking, no mistaking
Underhanded sneaky far from being candid
Straightforward wasn't the way for Cof, the light-skinned bandit
My way doing 90 down hell's highway screeching

Despite the lifetime of preaching Lord forgive me
I know not what I do the trials and Tribs of life
Make me come unglued
Crude to be subdued eaten alive like food

Booed by angry onlookers who I've never seen before
I done found my thrill apart from Blueberry Hill
A vocal ville local with a crib in Acapulco
Speakin' faith focal time and time again

What I confess is hands raised to the ceiling
When you feeling Godly lesson
(Hype is as hype does!)
I'm cheerful expressing jump up

If it ain't loud enough, then signal Sound man for a pump up
Make sure He get your message loud and clear so ain't no mix-up
Everybody dancing wildly come on let's get those kicks up

We want the levels pumpin'
The monitors tweakin'
Turn it up the first mic
So we can hear him speakin'

Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'

Let the levels pump
(Pump!)
The monitors tweak
(Tweak!)
Turn up the mic
(Mic!)
We can hear him speak
(Speak!)

Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'

All inside your equilibrium
Thought provoking sentences intended for the sin in men
Prayer and fasted grounded in
The las to carry legacy survivors of the wilderness

Chosen generation to poses the land he promised us
Highly underrated widely hated scripture's lyricist
Imperialist seeking out the dynasty
Called to be the labors of the harvest

Special forces in his army
Laughing in the face of death and never fearing harm
'Cause if God is for us who can stand and try opposing
The Supreme Being and the Supreme Team

Double edged weaponry defeat has yet to see
Forever taking victory concentrated visionaries in your area
Making levels breaking barriers competitors
Giving any answer but salvation through repentance and deliverance

Warning of the recompense of God from disobedience
Consider us to be the voices in the wilderness
Delivering the message of the foretold prophecy
(John the Baptists')
In order for direction to commence

We need the audible clear so people hear the hidden messages
Consider us to be the voices in the wilderness
Delivering the message of the foretold prophecy
(John the Baptists')
In order for direction to commence
We need the audible clear so people hear the hidden messages

We want the levels pumpin'
The monitors tweakin'
Turn up the first mic
So we can hear him speakin'

Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we diggin'

Let the levels pump
(Pump!)
The monitors tweak
(Tweak!)
Turn up the mic
(Mic!)
So we can hear him speak
(Speak!)

Everybody freaked out
And wiggin' for the weekend
Nobody acting ignorant
This is what we're diggin'