Oh yeah! (Oh yeah) we go! (Here we go) A little rough! (A 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 guns out Send my city up in And yea though I walk through the valley of the But my hope remains Whether or alive, this is do or die Christ is the gain So raise your up high Tonight we for our King
I was Taylored to the mic Swiftly like Kanye did And lay it down for the king like a bed And they can kill us now, go get the tape Hey put me 6 feet in the ground and watch a great I promise, ain't a 6 shooter can keep me down My God's so official, that's a technical Was engineered in my mother's for Gods' glory Plenty in the persecution is inventory I been spit in the face, still exhibiting Kicked out many a place, just for sharing my My belt tight, shoes laced, plus a breast My war helmet on now I got my head The battle's on but the war is when 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 bring guns out Send my city up in And yea though I through the valley of the dead But my hope remains Whether dead or alive, is do or die When is the gain So raise your up high we fight 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 it's done Christ puttin' out with the nuns So I am taking no prisoners, None, and no I'm not The One I run solar in the power of The Son My God's a Treads on Black mambas and conquers
Tell 'em their guns out my city up in flames And yea though I through the valley of the dead But my hope remains Whether or alive, this is do or die Christ is the gain So your torches up high Tonight we fight for our
Yeah, to die, notorious for our martyrs man We die daily and up and do it all again Either we certain or we certainly Bullets our frame, still we don't deny the Name we lost it, we vuelvo loco 'Cause is my home homie I ain't local I'm so Chords of a chorus say we to the Lord like Chords Of Hey what a course, if I get to in I'm going off like "kill me" I'm still in God, by all means Give me the faith to live and die for the
Tell 'em bring guns out my city up in flames And yea though I walk through the of the death But my hope still Whether or alive, this is do or die When Christ is the So raise your torches up Tonight we fight for our Our king, our king, tonight we for our King Our king, our king, tonight we for our King