Oh yeah! (Oh yeah) we go! (Here we go) A rough! (A little rough) No sweat! (No sweat) I can do it! (I can do it) You can do it! (You can do it) Ooorah! (Ooorah) right...
Tell 'em bring their out Send my up in flames And yea though I walk through the valley of the But my still remains Whether dead or alive, is do or die When Christ is the So raise torches up high Tonight we for our King
I was Taylored to the mic Swiftly like Kanye did And lay it down for the like a sleigh bed And they can kill us now, go get the yellow Hey put me 6 feet in the ground and a great escape I promise, ain't a 6 shooter that can me down My God's so official, that's a technical Was engineered in my womb for Gods' glory Plenty in the persecution is inventory I been spit in the face, still exhibiting out many a place, just for sharing my faith My belt tight, shoes laced, plus a breast My war helmet on now I got my straight The battle's on but the war is over Jesus reigns And fo' His name I withstand the and take the pain And if they us, this promise, we'll take it to the grave tonight we may die, but to die is our gain!
Tell 'em their guns out Send my up in flames And yea though I walk the valley of the dead But my hope still Whether or alive, this is do or die When Christ is the So raise torches up high Tonight we for our King
Bout to be a riot, and fire, Somebody's dyin' But it won't be us, covered in His blood, spillin' our But even if it was, let our dust blow in the wind, we win when done Christ out thunder-raps with the nuns So I am taking no prisoners, None, and no I'm not The One I just run solar in the of The Son My God's a Treads on Black mambas defeats and
Tell 'em their guns out Send my city up in And yea though I walk the valley of the dead But my hope still dead or alive, this is do or die When Christ is the So your torches up high Tonight we for our King
Yeah, ready to die, notorious for our man We die daily and up and do it all again Either we certain or we insane Bullets riddlin' our frame, still we don't the Name Maybe we lost it, we loco Heaven is my home homie I ain't local I'm so Chords of a chorus say we tied to the Lord Chords Of Hey what a course, if I get to in I'm going off like "kill me" I'm goin' in God, by all means Give me the faith to and die for the gospel
Tell 'em bring their out my city up in flames And yea though I walk through the of the death But my still remains Whether or alive, this is do or die When Christ is the So raise torches up high Tonight we for our King Our king, our king, we fight for our King Our king, our king, tonight we fight for our