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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 SongtexteOne 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 Aus Songtexte Mania