[Prelude: Tonic]

Yah, you know my signature

Be the Tonic with my man Earthquake and we be the Gift

Constantly surrounded by The Movement in the Spirit of Jesus Christ

Now you can be shocking, or you can get shocked

Check this..



[Tonic]

Now I can dig into the holy data

with the clicking of the fader

though delivered from the swamp I can still snap it like a gator

And rightly divide the data back into the data

for those that are hungry we can whip up the batter

Singing hey diddle diddle can this cat get fat

over top the fiddle heat up the griddle

and flip scriptures hot in stacks like flap jacks or pancakes

with thick breaks hearty like steaks

With lessons in the essence of seeking God in His presence

while some 'round here sacrificing pheasants

we be standing on top of a hill looking over

letting our lights shine before men like a super nova

Though its dark because of God I'm brighter bubonic,

chronic, demonic sucker MC fighter

here to tax and levy the evil and heavy

built like a Ford with the flex of a Chevy

And you can smell the drag of the rubber from my mags

'cause I was out so fast you couldn't peep my tags

So now I'm off the gas so you can see where I'm from

as you ease up you see I'm from the Kingdom

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done but none

come to the Father 'less they come to the Son

And that'll take you past any nirvana that's a blast of shekinah

but some will be shocked, watch!



[Chorus: Earthquake (Tonic)]

We comin' with the (Shock!)

And y'all can catch the (Shock!)

We comin' with the (Shock!)

Let the world catch the (Shock!)

We comin' with the (Shock!)

Jesus Christ brings the (Shock!)

In Christ we come to blow up the spot



We comin' with the (Shock!)

And you can catch the (Shock!)

We comin' with the (Shock!)

Let the world catch the (Shock!)

Jesus Christ brings the (Shock!)

Prepare for the (Shock!)

In Christ we come to blow up the spot



[Tonic]

Three to get ready 'cause we all must go

The wages of sin will let you know

that death be comin' no man can hide

As surely as we live we gots to surely die

This ain't meant to scare, ain't meant to haunt

You can eat all the fish and herbs you want

pull all of the skin off your chicken wings

only drink fresh water from the natural springs

Vitamix, vitamax in stacks you buy

no pork only greens and beans on rye

no cholesterol, alcohol or smoke

but all in all, we all still croak

So you can join a health kick wave

and be another healthy person on your way to the grave

and that's good shows you're not simple, Why?

You're honoring God by taking care of you're temple

But what about life beyond this place

are you lifting spiritual weights and pumping up faith

In prayer do you do sets, in church do you do reps

to build righteous massive biceps and pecs (pectorals)

Oh watch out are you about to flex

and give God the glory from this life to the next

So as the crab grass grows up around your tomb stone

will your epitaph give you the last laugh or will it have..



[Chorus]



[Tonic]

For all those evil, bold, and in control

bend over it's time to spank the cheeks of you soul

And it won't matter if you call Dyfuss (DYFS)

'cause it's never abuse if the love be righteous

It seems the world has gone hysterical

and needs to be slapped back to the real facts about who be the Imperial

one to keep air in your lungs and milk in your cereal

The only moon glower and the only sun setter

Now you've been potty trained but you're still a bed wetter

In other words, you know what God requires

but you wanna see how close you can dance to the fire

You've never been burnt, so you're funky, mikosa

to see if you can stay free from the smell of the sulfer

Spiritual youngster swearin' you grown

tryin' to throw on righteousness like it's cologne

But you're mistaken 'cause it's much more than fakin'

'cause that's like tryin' to throw sugar on bacon

Like tryin' to mix the sweet with the grease

or like sayin' you don't like cheese, but your down with the "meece"

or the mice, or like tre is point, but you box car the dice

or like at a funeral tryin' to throw rice

What? It ain't workin' is it?

Well on your day in the sunshine, beware of the blizzard

'Cause contraire to care God won't be mocked

So in you're Glock lingo the hammer is cocked

If the armored Christ vest breast plate ain't there to block

beware of the trauma that comes with the, ahh..



[Extended Chorus]

We comin' with the (Shock!)

The world can catch the (Shock!)

We comin' with the (Shock!]

And you can catch the (Shock!)

Jesus Christ brings the (Shock!)

Let the world catch the (Shock!)

In Christ we come to blow up the spot



Prepare for the (Shock!)

Let the world catch the (Shock!)

Do you bring the (Shock!)

Jesus Christ brings the (Shock!)

Yeah we comin' with the (Shock!)

Yeah we comin' with the (Shock!)

In Christ we come to blow up the spot



We comin' with the (Shock!)

The world can catch the (Shock!)

Jesus Christ brings the (Shock!)

Prepare for the (Shock!)

We comin' with the (Shock!)

And you can catch the (Shock!)

In Christ we come to blow up the spot, uh