Pro - Fight Music lyrics

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Pro - Fight Music lyrics

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