God's in the spot, you can like it or not
So rip the knob off the volume when you give it a shot
Raise your hands as the slam starts to thicken the plot
Opening eyes to the lies of the enemy's lie
So run like the wind from the sin in your past
Keep your eyes on the prize when they put you on blast
It's the price on the cross, it's humanity's shot
It's a worldwide call to everything that we're not
This is the slam, this is the one
God's in the spot, you can like it or not
This is the slam, this is the one
(We're 'bout to do it like it ain't been done)
This is the slam, this is the one
We're gonna do it like it ain't been done before
This is the slam, this is the one
We're gonna spring you like you ain't been sprung
They came from the cities and towns all around
To see the long-haired preacher from the desert get down
Wasteland woman, never short on words
He said, "Repent, the kingdom of Heaven can be yours"
But he stopped in the middle of his words and dropped
Down to his knees and said, "Behold the Lamb of God
He's the one, the slam, don't you people understand?
You're starin' at the Son, God's reachin' out His hand"
This is the slam, this is the one
(God's in the spot, you can like it or not)
This is the slam, this is the one
(We're 'bout to do it like it ain't been done) (We're 'bout to do it like it)
This is the slam, this is the one
We're gonna do it like it ain't been done before
This is the slam, this is the one
We're gonna spring you like you ain't been sprung
This is the slam, this is the one
We're gonna do it like it ain't been done before
This is the slam, this is the one
We're gonna spring you like you ain't been sprung
Party boom, take us to the rack
This is a bomb that slams it like chaff for
Latinos and blacks packing them straps
And Caucasians hooked on ecstasy and it cracks back
The sins of this world through its body and conquered evil and hell
This that's the keys of death and one breath, and I'm like a snail
He rolls on a third, I'm telling you about the residual facts
Just like Toby Mac and Boney Soprano, up on his track
We slam dunking and keep it jumping like jumper cable
Keep the choir like Jesus tossing them temple tables
(This is the slam)
(This is the one)
This is the slam!
(We slammin' the Jiminy Ram and the Liberty Land, and it never be done)
This is the one!
(Gotta represent and tell the people about all that he's done)
This is the slam! This is the one!
(We slammin' the Jiminy Ram and the Liberty Land, and it never be done)
This is the slam! This is the one!
(Gotta represent and tell the people, tell the people, tell the people)
(This is the slam, this is the one)
This is the slam! This is the one!
(This is the slam, this is the one)
We're gonna spring it like it ain't been sprung
(This is the slam, this is the one)
This is the slam! This is the one!
(This is the slam, this is the one)
We're gonna spring it like it ain't been sprung
