The Word The Sword

Pull up
Aye
Demons be hiding
Sliding
Words is the Bullets we firing (Yah)
You know the Bible a riffle
Die to myself my flesh is a rival
I gotta get rid of idols
I cannot worry about titles

Aye
Matthaios twenty-four endure
The mission is vital
I'm Keeping the faith
Don't care what you think
I'm breaking the cycles
No This ain't a race
I follow the Lord
I'm making disciples
Salt and the light
The Church gon wild
This a revival

Aye
My Vision clear
Don't ask if He there
I know that He there
Provision is clear

Spiritual war
They Coming for sure
My armor is on

I'm Covered in blood
I Walk in the Ruach
Rebuking the false

Pull up
Aye
Demons be hiding
Sliding
Words is the Bullets we firing (Yah)
You know the Bible a riffle
Die to myself my flesh is a rival
I gotta get rid of idols
I cannot worry about titles

Iron on iron you know the alliance
I got my brothers they're lions
We got His spirit we follow for guidance
He is the one I rely on

Say that You you perfect
You know that you lying
Christ is the shoulder I cry on
Carry the cross He died on
Watching my words my firearms Yah

I Pray for a friend
I Pray for a stranger
Pray from a distance

I'm Praying specific
Pray for my brothers
Battling lust

I Pray for my sister
Battling self
Psalms thirty-one

I Pray for the Gang that's upping the pump
That's smoking on runtz

Don't do what I want
They do what they want
They lawless for sure

Yeshua is waiting
You Seek and you find
Just knock on the door

Repent believe
Ask for forgiveness
That is the cure

Don't ask if I'm saved
I know that I'm saved
That is For sure

Pull up
Aye
Demons be hiding
Sliding
Words is the Bullets we firing (Yah)
You know the Bible a riffle
Die to myself my flesh is a rival
I gotta get rid of idols
I cannot worry about titles

Pull up
Aye
Demons be hiding
Sliding
Words is the Bullets we firing (Yah)
You know the Bible a riffle
Die to myself my flesh is a rival
I gotta get rid of idols
I cannot worry about titles

Pull up
Aye
Demons be hiding
Sliding
Words is the Bullets we firing (Yah)
You know the Bible a riffle
Die to myself my flesh is a rival
I gotta get rid of idols
I cannot worry about titles



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Writer(s): Frank Mcfly
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