| Soldiers for Christ
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| Look hurr they come
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| Soldiers for Christ
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| You catch us in them long T’s
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| Fitted hats
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| It ain’t suits that we wearing
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| Well how can we tell you Christian?
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| Cause the fruit that we bearing
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| A seed was planted that produced salvation
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| We’re filled with the Spirit
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| So we the bear the fruits of Galatians man
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| And when you see us we ain’t unwrapping them swishers
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| We’ve been given the sack of forgiveness
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| We cracking them Scriputures man
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| So you gon notice we on post with our life
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| We stand on the word with boldness cause we soldiers for Christ
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| We something like them dudes from 116
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| We ain’t ashamed, forget one mic, give me one more Script
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| So I can begin to take the truth to the block
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| Uproot the dudes that been duped
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| Cause you can’t lose with the Rock
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| We’re glued to the Rock
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| Believe me, the truth will hold you
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| We’re wet with the Living Water like a super soaker
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| Who can hold us back
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| It’s a group of soldiers
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| Blowing on the Holy Ghost
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| So you can lose the doja
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| We ain’t drinking liquor
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| We ain’t blowing trees |
| Our life has been surrendered
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| We want to know He’s pleased
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| But you might see us with the Cross on the block
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| Posted, shining like diamonds
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| Cause we flossing the Rock
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| Taking the gospel across the globe
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| The book of Acts is clear
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| Man God is all around like the atmosphere
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| The tactic here is for you to get a piece of this matchless
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| Love that covers you up like a sheet on a mattress
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| It’s above the average, His blood is captured
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| Wrath intended for us, so what can match it
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| So why would I even grab bub and crack it
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| Knowing the sons will be crushed when He judges our actions
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| And what happens when your platinum plaque is gone
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| And all the money is blown like a saxophone
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| You know what we on, we gon spit the bars for Him
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| Regardless of ends, and pray your heart is hardened to sin
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| So, miss me with the tipsy bit
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| When wickedness falls down like some pixy stix
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| I’m spitting this, so get the drift
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| We’re different
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| Cause we’ve been to Romans 6:6
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| It’s simply on the basis we wanna please Him
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| That’s the reason we don’t do the things to grieve Him man |
| He died for us, that’s an abundance of grace
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| Without Him you’ll go nowhere fast like you’re running in place
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| Plus if you can’t tell I’ve been bent on the light
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| Hoping the events of my life will give you a glimpse of the Christ
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| So we don’t care what you’re drinking and smoking on
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| My concern is what you gon do once all the smoke is gone |