Rise Up

HOOK:

We're goin' live this life

We're goin' live it right

Not just talk it but walk it cause we're goin' live for Christ

We're goin' hold it down, stone cold, hold our ground

All my soldiers RISE UP, SPARK THE HOLY CULTURE

BLAAW!

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VERSE(1):

You know the squad is a collection artist

Blessin' our God regardless of the fact we're engulfed in this godless

world that's spiritually broke like when folks are jobless

no spiritual ear like when corn is cob-less

No spiritual sight, no optics

No wonder spiritual life is hard to grasp like rice with chopsticks

We need our heart fixed, pull out the heart-kit

If change is gonna come then God has to spark it

We don't need another material object

We need to be re-plugged back into God, He's the socket

We'll meditate on His law but won't exhaust it

God'll take our heart and carve it like Boston Market

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VERSE(2):

Sin kills like arsenic, God is pure,

but some can't stomach His cure like when you're car-sick

Dead right, you need a headlight- you're headed for darkness

Get Christ---you get life---you're dead as a carcass

We're tellin' men that your sins are red as a carpet

He won't just forgive you He'll turn your debt into profit

You need to sweat Him, and let Him get in the cockpit

Halt the "co-pilot" talk you need to stop it

Man, you ain't in a Benz you're in a rocket

Life's too heavy for you, you men will drop it

We saw fit to take His path and walk it

Was on a high horse but got kicked right off it

Fought with Christ but we were forced the forfeit

Had a towel but we were forced to toss it

Had ego but thank God we lost it

Sin's signal was strong but thank God He crossed it

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VERSE(3):

Oh, what a sight now, we're living right now

Use the skills until we put the mic down

Check it, yo, cause the flow is like a nightgown

Rep Christ for life so you know we've got the right sound

And though the world is godless we thank God that God has called us

from being ballers, and players, and pimps and alcoholics

Times are hard but even still we must run our hardest

"Run like Forest," with a limp, but we run regardless!

For His glory we wanna be the flyest artist

But because of what our vocals be socially we may die as martyrs

Might have to take flight and say our "Sayonara's"

But that's alright we're meeting Christ in the sky tomorrow

So no more weed in us, or Hennessey in us

We've been freed indeed, we've got His seed in us

so while you're teasing us, He's gonna present us

faultless and blameless because He died for these sinners

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