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Oh yeah! (Oh yeah) |
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Here we go! (Here we go) |
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A little rough! (A little rough) |
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No sweat! (No sweat) |
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I can do it! (I can do it) |
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You can do it! (You can do it) |
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Ooorah! (Ooorah) |
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Left right... |
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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 |
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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 |
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KingI was |
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Taylored to snatch the mic |
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Swiftly like |
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Kanye didAnd 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 |
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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 breast plate |
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My war helmet on now |
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I got my head straight |
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The battle's on but the war is over when |
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Jesus reigns |
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And fo' His name |
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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 |
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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 |
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KingBout to be a riot, guns and fire, |
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Somebody's dyin' |
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But it won't be us, covered in |
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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 |
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I'm not The |
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OneI just run solar in the power of |
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The SonMy |
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God's a m-m-monsta |
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Treads on |
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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 |
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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 |
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KingYeah, 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 |
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NameMaybe we lost it, we vuelvo loco' |
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Cause Heaven is my home homie |
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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 |
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Lord like |
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ChordsOf course |
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Hey what a course, if |
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I get to goin' in |
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I'm going off like "kill me" |
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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 |
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I walk through the valley of the death |
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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 |
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KingOur king, our king, tonight we fight for our |
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KingOur king, our king, tonight we fight for our |
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King |
