| Until they put me in the grave
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| I will not be a slave today
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| (I will not be a slave today)
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| See this is that (this is that)
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| That fight music (that fight music)
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| Now til I collapse and stop breathing
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| We never stop beefing
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| Think I’ll fall but I won’t
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| Guess you can stop thinking
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| Won’t consume a bite of food
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| Til you inside a tomb
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| Even if that mean that I gotta kill me to kill you
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| This is 9−11 kamikaze
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| Inside my mortal body
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| Not like I’m fighting alone because the LORD got me
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| I stand strong listen
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| Don’t get me wrong
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| Though you born inside of me
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| I hate you with every bone
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| Make war with my fellow Christians and beat you into submission
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| We die for the cross
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| This is more than religion
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| It’s that scrap til you die music
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| Don’t believe the lie music
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| Crucify the flesh til the LORD crack the sky music
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| Now hold on, He strong
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| Endure for a while then homie we gone
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| It’s time to zoom in like a missile
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| But you can holster your pistol
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| We fight with the Scriptures
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| It cut down to the gristle
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| Go hard til they murder me |
| Ain’t scared of you hurting me
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| Watch me rise again
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| They won’t burn me to the third degree
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| This that, this that motivation to get in an altercation with yo, with yo sin
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| I suggest they just resist Satan
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| Cause he wanna kill you anytime you believe in the God who exists in three
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| But ain’t no way that I’m a die I’m a go ahead and ride cause the LORD exists
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| in me
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| His everlasting peace
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| Is what we fight to see
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| My joy inside the LORD
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| Take this world away from me
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| Around my waist I wear the truth
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| Righteousness on my chest
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| Faith repel hate like a bullet-proof vest
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| It’s no turning back
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| This is much more than rap
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| Salvation on my dome tuck snug, fitted cap
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| I cling to the word watch it cut like a ginsu
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| Catch me on the street trying to bring all of my kin through
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| Spirit penetrate our heart cold like Juno
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| But cover your feet with peace
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| Call it Air Force Uno
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| Up in Ephesians we see that we fighting legions that wanna leave you with
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| lesions
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| But homie don’t stop believing
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| The gospel is our weapon, not bickering and yelling |
| Hold strong to the cross til the LORD is sent from heaven hey |