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Background information
Origin Southtown, San Diego, California, United States
Genre(s) Alternative Metal
Nu Metal
Rap Metal
Christian Metal
Years active 1992—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Atlantic Records
Rescue Records
Associated acts StillWell
Living Sacrifice
The Accident Experiment
Daylight Division
Southtown Generals
Website Website
Sonny Sandoval
Wuv Bernardo
Traa Daniels
Marcos Curiel
Former members
Jason Truby
Gabe Portillo

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P.O.D. Album

Snuff The Punk (1994)
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He's coming back
He's coming back for me and you

It's the low down, the showdown, brothers ready to throw down
No need for us to go down, the Truth is what we know now
That we have we have life through my Lord, Christ Jesus
No one can love you more than to do the things that He did
So give Him your pass so that He can start to mold ya
Full fledged, dedicated, hardcore, christian soldier
Spiritual war, it's a spiritual bout
and we're the first ones in P.O.D. and we're the last ones out

He's coming back

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When the beat starts pumping, that's it -- Yeah 
The hitman's on the mic getting lyrically sick 
My boys with the tools to groove to make you want to move 
The P.O.D. is rock'n and we have nothing to prove 
So with the mic in my hand let me state this now 
You can get with this, now way no how 
Forget your fingers homeboy, you'll do the walking 
No need for words, we let the music do the talking 

God made me 
-- And I'm funky 
We're set Free 
-- Close your eyes and let your heart see 
God made me 
-- It's the P.O.D. and we're funky 
We're set free 
-- For all eternity 

Now it's obvious to see that we're dope 
-- We're dope 
Confusing your mid with this flow you can't cope 
-- Cope 
What you're gonna do when you're faced with my crew 
With the game that is true there's no hope 
-- Hope 
Why do you try to front, you know that my God is so hard 
Taking out you chumps is just a walk in the park 
Keep your lips shut with all your Hawking and Squaking 
No need for words, we let the music do the talking 

God made me 
-- And I'm funky 
We're set Free 
-- Close your eyes and let your heart see 
God made me 
-- It's the P.O.D. and we're funky 
We're set free 
-- For all eternity 

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Brothers and Sisters 
We're gonna draw the line to forget about the problems abroad 
But, in the end, we all have problems of our own 
Gangs, Crack, Racism, and many people don't have hope 
It probably don't matter much to you 
In the struggles, the time that we live 
But, you don't know your future, so you better take time to give 
Who's gonna draw the line? 
We're gonna draw the line 
Together, forever and ever 
You must be thinking, I can't do a thing 
But look at me, I help when I sing 
Where man can make a difference 
Like Ceasar Chaves and Doctor King 
We all have the ability to release a positive capability 
Where the youth is our responsibility 
It's time to take a stand 
Who's gonna draw the line? 
We're gonna draw the line 
Together, forever and ever 
Brothers and sisters 
Where gonna draw the line to make people change 
Yo I'm optimistic, down with positivity 
But yo I'm realistic, this line will be drawn over night 
This is a struggle so prepare to fight 
Who's gonna draw the line? 
We're gonna draw the line 

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I'm just a loc'd out brother coming straight from S.D. 
Just another islander, beaner, wop, minority 
Taught to love one another, all races 
All types of colors, different skin, different faces 
Can you answer my question when I ask you who is right? 
Racist come in all forms of colors Black or White 
So take what when I say your hatred Sucks 
Coming from the H-I-T man swo What's up? 
If you ain't down with my white brother, 
We ain't down with you 
And if you ain't down with my black brother, 
Then we ain't down with you 
Punk, Punk, Talking that trash 
White trash, Black trash, you get a back to back slap 
You think I'm soft, then you don't know me 
Cause no I don't play that and we're definitely not your Homie 
He'll take your pride for a long ride, try and hide 
You hate my outside, how bout my inside 
It's just me and my boys and we'll hit em up 
So bring it on holmes, and we could get em up 
Yeah come on y'all, get em up 
One for peace, two for love, and three for my G-O-D 
Yeah, come on y'all get em up 
Get your hands up 
One for peace, two for love, and three for my G-O-D 
Now that's dread to you head for my final conclusion 
Straight up Acts 10 Holmes, It's Peter's vision 
So, get up Peter, Kill and Eat 
Surely not Lord this meat is unclean 
For my Lord makes nothing unclean 
Creatures of the World all Beasts and Human Beings 
Black or White who is right? 
Peace and Love throught my Lord, Jesus Christ! 
Then Peter began to speak, 
I now realize how dog does not show favortism, 
But accepts man from every nation who fear him 
And do what is right 

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God's invisible qualities 
Eternal Power and dignity 
Ruling over everything 
Forever and ever eternity 

Take a step back chump it's the word don't you know it 
Strictly hardcore Underground is how I flow it 
I show it and let it be known, this good news 
I love my life for Christ, But you live now you choose 
We rock a show we rock some more, He gets the glory 
Cause this is how we preach his word and tell his story 
Cause when it comes to my God, there ain't no playing around 
We either get on our knees or we can get down 
And we can get down 
So come and get some of this christianity 
Dedicated my life, Now I'm a Soldier of G.O.D. 
I stuff his words in your face cause you know I can 
You heard this before, I don't care, hear it again 
This is your final warning Yeah Get It Straight 
So come and get a piece of his love before it's too late 
We bless you Lord, You're my GOD and you're my life 
That's how we do, so what that P.O.D. like? 

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Living on the streets of nowhere
Nobody understands and nobody cares
Nobody Listens, so who can I tell my life is just a living hell
I'm going back and forth no one to turn to
Slowly losing my mind so what am I doin'
If you could only see the pain and hurt in my soul
But you don't understand me so how could you know
Sometimes it gets so bad I think I'm losing it
Can't get a hand out of life so I'm losing my grip
And when you lose your grip, then you begin to slip
Death is just waiting one to trip
Heading down the path to nowhere
No one can hear me, 'cause nobody's there
Life gets darker and there's no light at all
When the ways of this world just prepare me for the fall
What can I do, what can I say
I don't know love, only hate
What would you do if you were mep
I guess you'll never know
How would it feel to walk in my shoes
A victim of this world only used and abused
Trapped in a box with the walls coming down on me
Suffocated by my sin, it keeps drowning me
They say they know how I feel
Let's end it all, right now, that's how I feel
Don't have a care in the world, life means nothing
Don't look back, don't look back, just keep running
Run - Keep running
Run - Keep running

How long, o Lord?
Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
And everyday have sorrow in my heart
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, o Lord my God
Give light to my eyes or I will sleep in death
My enemy, will say "I have overcome him"
And my foes rejoice when I fall
But I still believe in you Lord
And I know that you're real, you're so real Lord
Come and take me away from this place Lord
Everyday I will follow and seek your face Lord
But I trust in your unfailing love
My heart rejoices in your salvation
I will sing to you my Lord
For he has been, for he has been
Good to me
You're the one who rescued me
And you're the one who set me free
I kept on running, but there's nowhere to hide
You took me in with your arms open wide
You loved me first when no one else would
You died for me so I give my life to you
False hopes and lies
But you're the one who's next time I run

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Snuff the punk, I'm getting tired of you chump 
Bass in your face You'll get a taste of P.O.D. Funk 
When I say punk or chump I don't mean you 
Talkin about the Devil and his crew 
You came to rob and steal from the helpless 
Warriors in Christ we stand up for the defensless 
So if you can get with this then step to this 
And if you say yes sing the P.O.D. checklist 
This is a spiritual war, we take no prisoners 
Live a live of sin, you don't know what your getting into 
You picked a winner, love the sinner, hate the sin dude 
Where got a plan understand, Here's what we gonna do 

Snuff Da Punk, Snuff the Punk, Snuff 'em, Snuff 'em 
Snuff the Punk, Snuff the Punk 

P.O.D. hit one more time for those that don't be knowin' 
Merrily, merrily, merrily down the stream is how I'm flowin' 
Keep goin, don't stop all props to P.O.D. 
P.O.D. The Gospel, The Gospel that Rocks 
Rock You, We did it, I think it's time to quit it 
And when my King is greaking, Yo, You better take a seat kid 
The Shield of God, ain't nothin' gonna hurt me 
And too rough, We're gonna get down and dirty 
I told you once before homie, This is the real deal 
No time to win your soul, it's too late, we gotta steal it 
Blinded by ignorance use some common sense 
Though so tough God challenged my bluff 'G 
I thank the Lord the day he snuffed a Punk like Me 

Snuff the Punk, P.O.D. Snuff the Punk 

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Welcome to the minds of the infamous ones 
Children of God, Jesus' Son 
Gonna hit you hard it's the hitman for Christ 
Gonna steal your soul, yo I just might 
You had no idea that Christians could be so hardcore 
We'll keep you flowing to the rhythm seeking more and more 
Can you deal with it. Cause this is real kid 
You must be one in mil if you can't feel it 

Yow could you fell it boy if you don't move 
How could you say you feel it if you don't groove 
Just let your spirit go and keep going 
Don't even try to stop this flow, it keep flowing 
I see you standing there, you think you're really tough 
But if you you've got soul it's rockin' and it's ready to bust 
Go with the flow and let yourself go 
Gods' running the show, he's got control of my soul 

Can you feel it 4x 
P.O.D. (chant 4x) 

What's the problem son, you said you wanted some 
But when I started rockin P.O.D. got the job done 

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Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So put on your armor of God
For the day of battle will come
But the victory is already ours
Through Christ in the power of one
The Power of Christ

Surrounded by the angels of God
Step to the realm where evil reigns
We are soldiers prepared for war
With the power to speak his name
Satan with his legion of demons
Deceiving with his wicked ways
With his life he has paid
With his word I will slay
Any demon that steps in my way
So bring it on
Bring it on

It's the P.O.D. on the mic rockin' the set
In case you didn't know Payable On Death
Making suckers drop, kick'n non stop
The hard rock'n thrash, with a little hip hop
Four christians brother on a roll, there we go
Coming up hard, but you know we got soul
I'm strapped, yes we're packed, and it's about time
Jesus got my back P.O.D.'s on the frontline

Three in the power of one, three in the power of one
Three in the power of one, three in the power of one
Three in the power of one, three in the power of one

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Wherefore God had highly exited Him and given Him a name 
Which is above every name and at the feet of Jesus 
Every Knee Shall Bow 
Of things of heaven and of things of Earth 
And things under the Earth and at the name of Jesus 
Every tongue shall confess that He is King 
Under God the Father 
Christ is King, He is God 
Who so you seek you deny 
That in the begining was the word and the word was with God 
The Word was God. So why do you fight 
Which were not born of Blood, nor of the flesh 
Nor of the will of man, but of God 
The Word became flesh and dwelt among us 
And We beheld His glory 
Full of grace and truth 

Who's gonna bow down? Every Knee 
Who's gonna confess? Every Tongue 

Prophets of the past, claim the son of man would come 
With their hands lifted up and their eyes to the sky 
They problaim the name of Jesus Christ 
People may ask why, who do you live this way 
But they know the truth, for He is the Truth 
Desperate is their lives, so what's the use 
Here's on for the funky drummer: Keep the rhythms rollin' 
In your face, I got the bass, without a trace 
He's going, he's gone and I'm on the microphone 
And I'm known to get rough 
So thake some time out of my rhyme bro and strutt your stuff 
Prophets we're four, I'll show you what's in store 
Give praises to my King so now can I get an Encore? 
And keep clapping, keep clapping, keep clapping, keep clapping 
Hey, yo, what' kappening Brother's getting jacked 
When you step up to me with that disrespect 
I thinks it's time for us to put your evil butt in check 
And if you don't believe me, tell me who is next 
And somebody tell the devil, that his match is met 
From the Word of God, so you know it's the Truth 
And I tell you with power Chump, so what ya gonna do? 
I'll make it known again that we're just spreading the good news 
And we'll have your crews saying your jesus is one smooth 

Who's gonna bow down? Every Knee 

Wherefore God has highly exalted him and given him a name 
Which is above every name, and the feet of Jesus, 
Every Knee shall bow 
Of things of heaven, of things of Earth, and Things under Earth 
And at the name of Jesus, every tongue shall confess that He is King 

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Yeah it's the P.O.D. right here 
Coming straight from the S.D.C.-A 
619's in affect, know what I'm sayin 
Givin you that hardcore sound, Yeah 
Comin' up from the ground 
That's where it all started y'know what I'm sayin 
Yeah, this is Hardcore, you know why it's so Hardcore 
Cuz it's built on the Rock - what Rock you ask 
The Rock of Jesus Christ, yeah that's right 
Givin you the Truth cuz the Truth hurts y'know 
But that's how we sayin' it's down 
We ain't got nothing to hide 
And we're breakin it down like that y'know what I'm sayin' 
Hardlove, Hardcore one way Yeah, Check it Out 

Abortion is Murder 
There's nothing you can say or do 
To justify the fact 
That there's a living breathing baby inside of you 

Abortion is Murder 

Abortion is Murder 
There's nothing you can say or do 
To justify the fact 
That there's a living breathing baby inside of you 

Abortion is Murder


Abortion is Murder

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