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 their out my city up in flames And yea I walk through the valley of the dead But my hope still Whether or alive, this is do or die When is the gain So raise your up high we fight for our King
I was Taylored to snatch the mic like Kanye did And lay it for the king like a sleigh bed And they can kill us now, go get the tape Hey put me 6 feet in the ground and a great escape I promise, ain't a 6 shooter that can me down My so official, that's a technical foul Was engineered in my mother's womb for glory Plenty faith in the persecution is I been spit in the face, exhibiting grace Kicked out many a place, for sharing my faith My belt tight, laced, plus a breast plate My war helmet on now I got my straight The battle's on but the war is over when Jesus And fo' His name I withstand the pressure and the pain 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 their guns out Send my city up in And yea I walk through 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 fight for our
to be a riot, guns 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 it's Christ puttin' out thunder-raps the nuns So I am no prisoners, not-a-one None, and no I'm not The One I run solar in the power of The Son My a m-m-monsta Treads on Black mambas and conquers
Tell 'em bring their out Send my up in flames And yea though I through the valley of the dead But my hope remains dead or alive, this is do or die When Christ is the So raise your up high Tonight we fight for our
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 deny the Maybe we it, we vuelvo loco 'Cause Heaven is my home I ain't local I'm so of a chorus say we tied to the Lord like Chords Of Hey what a course, if I get to in I'm off like "kill me" I'm still goin' in God, by all means Give me the faith to live and die for the
Tell 'em bring guns out Send my city up in And yea though I walk through the valley of the But my still remains dead or alive, this is do or die When Christ is the So raise torches up high we fight for our King Our king, our king, we fight for our King Our king, our king, tonight we for our King