Track 05: The Fight
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war
Keep the truth around my waist,
Holy information,
No defeat on my face,
Only holy inspiration
Shield of faith helmet of salvation,
To win your soul you need that right formation.
The breast plate to righteousness is my vest,
Life's a short test move smart like chess
At times feel stressed, crushed and pressed
But i will never let go of da war on my flesh.
Cuz you know what my greatest wish is
Take all my sins and put them on a hit list,
Blow them all kisses,
Then kill them all know witness.
Eradicate wickedness like nobody's business
A tad vicious,
Healer of my sickness.
The weapon of Christ blood not fictitious
It cleans like dishes,
Keeps you white like Christmas!
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war
Its time to up that score
Time to go to war
Time to fight with all our might
Lets stand strong shine bright
So we can take back our birth right
The devils just a little flea bite
Its gonna be a fist fight
Catch God's vision so we can have sight
Hit the top don't get swept up like a mop
Trust in the heavenly pops
Catch a ride
Don't be left at the bus stop
Standing up lone like in the farmers crop
Put on the helmet
Put on the breastplate
Put on your sandals
get your sword
and get ready for war
Trust in the Lord
Get suited up get you armor
This ain't for toddlers
The bible says were all gonna prosper
When times come don't be dull like copper
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war
Bang bang blood rain
Last time Christ came
Blood love came
Transgressions rearranged
The lame ain't the same
I remember pain and blame
I used to ride with hell's angels
But then i changed lanes
Christ got aim bang
Double slain
Demons are tame just by hearing Christ's name
its not flesh and blood its a spiritual war
Christ shed his blood and now i got the fear of the lord
if you got ears to hear what are the earrings for
This fights for men of God
You're not hearing me boy
You're a boy, cause you're still staying at your mamma's house
Kick down the door shoot the demons out your mamma's house
Porno rat you sleeping at the devils daughters house
But the violent shall take it by force and yes of course,
I learned that at the Potters House
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war
Keep the truth around my waist,
Holy information,
No defeat on my face,
Only holy inspiration
Shield of faith helmet of salvation,
To win your soul you need that right formation.
The breast plate to righteousness is my vest,
Life's a short test move smart like chess
At times feel stressed, crushed and pressed
But i will never let go of da war on my flesh.
Cuz you know what my greatest wish is
Take all my sins and put them on a hit list,
Blow them all kisses,
Then kill them all know witness.
Eradicate wickedness like nobody's business
A tad vicious,
Healer of my sickness.
The weapon of Christ blood not fictitious
It cleans like dishes,
Keeps you white like Christmas!
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war
Its time to up that score
Time to go to war
Time to fight with all our might
Lets stand strong shine bright
So we can take back our birth right
The devils just a little flea bite
Its gonna be a fist fight
Catch God's vision so we can have sight
Hit the top don't get swept up like a mop
Trust in the heavenly pops
Catch a ride
Don't be left at the bus stop
Standing up lone like in the farmers crop
Put on the helmet
Put on the breastplate
Put on your sandals
get your sword
and get ready for war
Trust in the Lord
Get suited up get you armor
This ain't for toddlers
The bible says were all gonna prosper
When times come don't be dull like copper
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war
Bang bang blood rain
Last time Christ came
Blood love came
Transgressions rearranged
The lame ain't the same
I remember pain and blame
I used to ride with hell's angels
But then i changed lanes
Christ got aim bang
Double slain
Demons are tame just by hearing Christ's name
its not flesh and blood its a spiritual war
Christ shed his blood and now i got the fear of the lord
if you got ears to hear what are the earrings for
This fights for men of God
You're not hearing me boy
You're a boy, cause you're still staying at your mamma's house
Kick down the door shoot the demons out your mamma's house
Porno rat you sleeping at the devils daughters house
But the violent shall take it by force and yes of course,
I learned that at the Potters House
It's time to up that score
We're always ready to fight a little more
Come get yours
Pick up your sword
Its time to call all the soldiers to war