[Skit: TobyMac, Michael Tait, Kevin Max, Barista]
Yo, this guy is ill
Yo, homes, hook me up with a cup of coffee
Hey, first, you better get off the phone, man
What's up with this man?
I'll be with you in a sec
Yo, don't you know what time it is?
Word! Come on, brother
It's time to jam!

[Intro: TobyMac, Michael Tait & Kevin Max]
*starts beatboxing*
That's right
Come on, T, bust around

[Verse: TobyMac, Michael Tait, TobyMac & Michael Tait, Kevin Max]
We're DC Talk, boy, and we'd like to say
Yo, we rock the mic in a kickin' way
With a def track and Christ to be
I know it's hard (Hard) to keep from movin' your feet
So hyper fundi don't be dismayed
And, yo, check out the lyrics when the record is played
Not a borderline tune but I got a case
Of puttin' God's Word right up in your face
You see, D's for Decent, and you will agree
A-quite explicit yet rated G
Because I, I rhyme hard, and I, I speak facts
And there's no need to curse when I bust a rap
And C for Christian 'cause that's what I am
Not a soft sissy, I know how to jam
Pack a party for the Father above, man
Intense rhymes tell of ultimate love
Talk is for the lyrics, yo, they're full o' Spirit
If you are atheistic, ah-ha, you'd better fear it, boy
They're from the Word; you ain't heard?
Yo, it's my decision that your vision is blurred
So, come on, rap fans, clap your hands
Take a stand for the Lamb, ah, it's time to jam, ah
*stops beatboxing*