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