Kick down the teeth of the wicked creep undaground Where I stay hid lurk down the alleyways, you be stalking me Behind back talkers, cowards be mock'n me Try to make me talk, make me confess can't break a brotha down When there's no fear of d**h, So you can't stand the sight of me Next to the conquering Lion, at His right I'll be [Chorus] Step up punks, get rushed, you can't touch me Braced in your word, I say, I have no fear Step up punks, get rushed, you can't touch me Sheltered by Your blood, your sweat, your tears