The Word The Sword Lyrics

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