Tauren Wells - Known and Undefeated Lyrics
Lyrics
I'm fully known and loved by You
You won't let go no matter what I do
And it's not one or the other
It's hard truth and ridiculous grace
To be known fully known and loved by You
I'm fully known and loved by You
Struck down, persecuted
Under pressure, man that's how we do it
We at war, we at war
But have you even looked at the scoreboard?
Scoreboard, scoreboard
W's all day, whatchu scared for?
Scared for, scared for
Ain't nothing comin' at us
That we ain't prepared for
Undefeated
There's no stopping us
Undefeated
No doubt we're champions
Undefeated
Can't hold us down, we're rising up
Infinity and 0, unstoppable
We're undefeated
I ain't takin' no L's
Singin' Noel in the summer boy
I ain't wanna go there, but oh well
'Cause we don't lose for nothin' boy
If we decease, indeed we will be again
Angels and demons, neither these heathens can
Ever get in between, I believe that we will win
Know the end like I cheated
Can't guarantee it, but Jesus can
Runnin' on Yom Kippur, this the fast track
On Yom Kippur, this the fast track
Even when they hatin' on me, homie I don't get mad
I just keep spittin' these glad raps
I came, I came, I sought, I sought
Conquered all, across the chart
And altered y'all, break off the wall
Hinges drop them off, taunt and flaunt
But homie all will awe (all will awe)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, God of all this
Is appalled with y'all installments of heartless altars
As they fall apart when God is faultless
Infinity ending the enmity between God and me, killin' the darkness
Undefeated
There's no stoppin' us
Undefeated
No doubt we're champions
Undefeated
Can't hold us down, we're risin' up
Infinity and 0, unstoppable, you already know
Infinity and 0, unstoppable, you already know
Video
Tauren Wells - Undefeated (Feat. KB) (Official Lyric Video) ft. KB
Meaning & Inspiration
There is a jarring gap between the opening lines of this track by Tauren Wells and the hook that follows. When Wells sings, "It's hard truth and ridiculous grace / To be known fully known and loved by You," he is tapping into the kind of tension that makes a Sunday morning service breathe. That line is a tether to reality. It acknowledges the mirror of the Word—that we are exposed, yet held. It’s a moment of liturgical honesty.
But then, the floor drops out.
As a leader standing at the front, I’m constantly gauging the difference between a congregation singing to God and a room chanting at their circumstances. When the song shifts into the "Undefeated" chorus, the energy spikes, but the theological focus shifts inward toward our own perceived status. We move from being recipients of "ridiculous grace" to self-identifying as people who "ain't takin' no L's."
KB’s verse brings a sharper edge, specifically when he says, "Know the end like I cheated / Can't guarantee it, but Jesus can." That is a brilliant, messy way to describe the assurance of the resurrection. It acknowledges that if it were up to our own merit, our record would be a disaster. The victory isn't ours; it’s an inheritance we’ve been handed.
Yet, as someone responsible for what people take home in their hearts, I struggle with the "scoreboard" imagery. In a room full of people—some grieving, some losing jobs, some barely holding onto their faith by a thread—does shouting "we don't lose for nothin'" actually minister to them? Or does it build a wall of bravado that makes it harder to admit they are currently feeling like they are losing?
The danger here is the conflation of the Cross with an athletic win-loss record. Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 4 about being "hard pressed on every side, but not crushed," but he contextualized that victory in the context of carrying "the death of Jesus in our body." Our "undefeated" status is only found in the grave being empty, not in our lives being free from defeat.
When the music stops, I want a congregation to leave with the weight of the gospel, not the adrenaline of a pep rally. If we leave the room believing that the Christian life is simply about being "unstoppable," we are setting ourselves up for a crisis of faith the moment we encounter actual suffering.
I find myself wishing the "hard truth" mentioned in the first verse stayed in the room a little longer. It’s the most necessary part of the song. Without it, the rest is just noise—a mask we wear to feel like winners while the real work of transformation is often found in the quiet, losing battles where we finally realize we have nothing left to offer but our own surrender.