Holy War

It's a Holy War homie and we armed for combat The enemy camp we stomp that Holy garments on like boots and fatigues Cause we gotta get the victory, ya dig? Cover me I'm going in, Black Hawk Down Whole platoon like Harriet, we underground I pledge allegiance to the Lamb I vow to do the best that I can, so understand I'm here to invest in the troops and take the wisdom from the Father's and rebuild the altars Ready to die, front line we all stand Weapons wheeling and dealing like we riding with Horsemen Yeah, back up in our Nature Boy Atheists and agnostics can't shake the boy I'll spies to your camp just like Rahab Then you'll meet your demise just like Ahab I got scriptures like bullets, I'll let a round-off Any fake king, Bulls-eye, knock his crown off Feet muddy, wounded palms are sweaty Going in the name of our Lord, Locked and ready It's a Holy War homie and we armed for combat The enemy camp we stomp that Holy garments on like boots and fatigues Cause we gotta get the victory, ya dig? It's a Holy War homie and we armed for combat The enemy camp we stomp that Holy garments on like boots and fatigues Cause we gotta get the victory, ya dig? Holy Ghost like a flamethrower, bomb, bazooka I got shooters by the Bay that will spray like Klay Jericho wartime, let's rattle the foe Stay low, protect your brothers as the battle unfolds And hold the Bloodstained banner like its Crimson Tide And follow God's orders like it came with the fries See, behind enemy lines, they aiming for your heart and your mind, see that's why Without hesitation, I grab the Helmet of Salvation Look soldier, I'mma ride to the death, I've got the Breastplate of Righteousness I got an angelic brigade, like Remembrance day, landmines hit like heaven's grenades Fight's like a movie, yeah so dramatic, almost got post-traumatic and that's it It's a Holy War homie and we armed for combat The enemy camp we stomp that Holy garments on like boots and fatigues Cause we gotta get the victory, ya dig? It's a Holy War homie and we armed for combat The enemy camp we stomp that Holy garments on like boots and fatigues Cause we gotta get the victory, ya dig?