[Brinson] Well hello, hello hello I knew you would come Well hello I knew you would, I knew you would, I knew you would I grab the mic, and leave 'em in the dust now I rep for Christ, no longer my nuts now They rappin 'bout nothin made in a million God's secret weapon introducin Brinson I came bust some souls, no boy not that gold No chain, no cars, and no furry Kangols I know you tired of that same old same old Well here's somethin new to bump in your ringtones I ain't a rapper but a preacher not a dancer like Keisha Cole, I ain't slangin crack either No "American Gangster," you tight well thank ya Better yet thank God, oh yes sir Well hello, hello hello I knew you would come Well hello I knew you would, I knew you would, I knew you would