Hey yo, as if 47 MCs wasn't enough   I got 47 pop stars, rock stars comin' at you   Yo, count 'em, here we go      Just do it, just do it   Just do it do it do it   Just do it rock to it   Put ya hands up high and move it      Sometimes I feel weird throw verbal Spears like Britney   That literally go from here to Houston, be just like Whitney   Battle me ya kiddin' me you a funny cat   I bet 50 Cents for Eminems ya won't get a Nickelback   The track I'm rippin' ain't really that hard   See Jesus gives destiny to every child of God      I'm battle scarred kind of raw but what did you, you think?   No matter race religion or the color or the Creed   If ya black brown pink or in or out of sync   Or hang with the Beastie Boys just on the backstreet   You can live in Linkin' Park no matter just to me   See the Prince of peace is guaranteed to give ya what you need      Just do it, just do it   Just do it do it do it   Just do it rock to it   Put ya hands up high and move it      Just do it, just do it   Just do it do it do it   Just do it rock to it   Put ya hands up high and move it      One day these peep they were goin' past me   Walkin' with a limp eatin' Bizkits they hair was all Shaggy   I said, "What's all y'all name?" That's the question that I'm askin'   I'm Michael, that Celine, that's Dion, that's Jackson   That's Rickey, that's Martin, that's Tony and that's Braxton   Dru is on the Hill just chillin' and relaxin'   Alicia lost her keys and she's really kind of sad and   I said, "U2 no doubt I know how that be happening"      But I need all the Dixie Chicks to gather in   And let me explain just the reason why I'm rappin' and   So I told Mariah, he carried my sin and died for me   My faith is in Christ who on hill called calvary   Gave his life for mine so Genuine I try to be   If the world tries to stop me, I Rage Against The Machine   So I turn ya radio up and head to the spot   Get loose like a Slipknot watch the Kid Rock      Just do it, just do it   Just do it do it do it   Just do it rock to it   Put ya hands up high and move it      Just do it, just do it   Just do it do it do it   Just do it rock to it   Put ya hands up high and move it      My uncle was eatin' Korn on a Cracker all alone   It was 98 Degrees out he was out Counting Crows   And it was just then when my papa saw a roach   He dropped his Red Hot Chili Peppers and then he ran home   And just went and called up John the Mayor on the phone   It's a 311, 3 doors down now don't be slow   But he was like wait a second hold up a minute bro   Before I Usher over their's somethin' you should know      Jesus is the firm rock not a Rolling Stone   With Him Heaven not Nirvana is where you'll go   I try to show and let ya know but ya Third Eye is Blind   So need to open them up real wide   Even if you have to Blink 182 times   It's just so obvious that it can't hide   TLC tender lovin' care he'll provide   From girls to boys to men need to let him inside      Just do it, just do it   Just do it do it do it   Just do it rock to it   Put ya hands up high and move it      Just do it, just do it   Just do it do it do it   Just do it rock to it   Put ya hands up high and move it