Welcome to the epicenter
Where we got spring and summer but we skip the winter
Feel free to enter the zone of the Supertones
Where late into the night we just rock the microphone
We lived inside the fault lines beneath the earth's surface
Spendin' all our time readin' books and writin' verses
The earth stated shakin' from the noise we were makin'
We emerged from the rubble
O.C. was taken with the music came the message
So we rock the verbs still neutral as a Nazi
So you forget what you heard
We never leave the cross behind
We use it as a banner, scripture the vernacular
Jesus in the grammar, throw your hands up
Throw your hands up high
Tear the roof off and pull down the sky
Chase the sun back to California, tears in my eyes
Tell me where you're from, the mighty west side
Let me continue to lighten up the mood a little
Never number one, but never playin' second fiddle
My thoughts are like a circle, with Jesus in the middle
Rhyme for a reason, I don't rhyme to riddle
High emotions are like I'm yellin'
No need to be alarmed
Supertones is what your smellin'
If lovin' you's a crime, then baby I'm a felon
Where we go from here, my people, there's no tellin'
Are you ready to go when it's time to get back
On the road just to see you?
On this narrow path we got no time to dally
Follow my lead and chase the sun back to Cali