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 guns out Send my city up in And yea though I walk through the valley of the But my hope remains Whether dead or alive, is do or die When Christ is the So raise torches up high we fight for our King
I was Taylored to snatch the mic like Kanye did And lay it down for the king like a bed And they can kill us now, go get the yellow Hey put me 6 in the ground and watch a great escape I promise, ain't a 6 shooter that can me down My God's so official, a technical foul Was engineered in my mother's womb for glory Plenty faith in the is inventory I been spit in the face, exhibiting grace Kicked out many a place, for sharing my faith My belt tight, shoes laced, a breast plate My war helmet on now I got my straight The battle's on but the war is over when reigns And fo' His name I withstand the pressure and take the And if drop us, this promise, we'll take it to the grave tonight we may die, but to die is our gain!
Tell 'em bring their out Send my city up in And yea I walk through the valley of the dead But my still remains dead or alive, this is do or die When is the gain So raise your up high we fight for our King
Bout to be a riot, guns and fire, Somebody's But it won't be us, in His blood, spillin' our guts But even if it was, let our blow in the wind, we win when it's done Christ puttin' out thunder-raps with the So I am no prisoners, not-a-one None, and no I'm not The One I just run in the power of The Son My a m-m-monsta on Black mambas defeats and conquers
Tell 'em bring guns out my city 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 is the gain So raise your up high we fight for our King
Yeah, to die, notorious for our martyrs man We die and wake up and do it all again we certain or we certainly insane Bullets riddlin' our frame, we don't deny the Name Maybe we it, we vuelvo loco 'Cause Heaven is my home I ain't local I'm so Chords of a say we tied 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 possible Give me the faith to and die for the gospel
Tell 'em their guns out my city up in flames And yea though I walk through the valley of the But my hope remains Whether dead or alive, is do or die When Christ is the So raise torches up high Tonight we fight for our Our king, our king, we fight for our King Our king, our king, tonight we fight for our