Snuff the Punk lyrics

Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So put on your armor of God
For the day of battle will come
But the victory is already ours
Through Christ in the power of one
The Power of Christ

Surrounded by the angels of God
Step to the realm where evil reigns

Welcome to the minds of the infamous ones
Children of God, Jesus' Son
Gonna hit you hard it's the hitman for Christ
Gonna steal your soul, yo I just might
You had no idea that Christians coud be so hardcore
We'll keep you flowing to the rhythm seeking more and more
Can you deal with it. Cause this is real kid
You must be one in mil if you can't feel it

Wherefore God had highly exited Him and given Him a name
Which is above every name and at the feet of Jesus
Every Knee Shall Bow
Of things of heaven and of things of Earth
And things under the Earth and at the name of Jesus
Every tongue shall confess that He is King
Under God the Father
Christ is King, He is God
Who so you seek you deny

He's coming back
He's coming back for me and you
3x

It's the low down, the showdown, brothers ready to throw down
No need for us to go down, the Truth is what we know now
That we have we have life through my Lord, Christ Jesus
No one can love you more than to do the things that He did
So give Him your pass so that He can start to mold ya

Brothers and Sisters
We're gonna draw the line to forget about the problems abroad
But, in the end, we all have problems of our own
Gangs, Crack, Racism, and many people don't have hope
It probably don't matter much to you
In the struggles, the time that we live
But, you don't know your future, so you better take time to give
Who's gonna draw the line?
We're gonna draw the line

God's invisible qualities
Eternal Power and dignity
Ruling over everything
Forever and ever eternity
(repeat)

Take a step back chump it's the word don't you know it
Strictly hardcore Underground is how I flow it
I show it and let it be known, this good news
I love my life for Christ, But you live now you choose
We rock a show we rock some more, He gets the glory

Snuff the punk, I'm getting tired of you chump
Bass in your face You'll get a taste of P.O.D. Funk
When I say punk or chump I don't mean you
Talkin about the Devil and his crew
Listen
You came to rob and steal from the helpless
Warriors in Christ we stand up for the defensless
So if you can get with this then step to this
And if you say yes sing the P.O.D. checklist

When the beat starts pumping, that's it -- Yeah
The hitman's on the mic getting lyrically sick
My boys with the tools to groove to make you want to move
The P.O.D. is rock'n and we have nothing to prove
So with the mic in my hand let me state this now
You can get with this, now way no how
Forget your fingers homeboy, you'll do the walking
No need for words, we let the music do the talking

I'm just a loc'd out brother coming straight from S.D.
Just another islander, beaner, wop, minority
Taught to love one another, all races
All types of colors, different skin, different faces
Can you answer my question when I ask you who is right?
Racist come in all forms of colors Black or White
So take what when I say your hatred Sucks
Coming from the H-I-T man swo What's up?

Living on the streets of nowhere
Nobody understands and nobody cares
Nobody Listens, so who can I tell my life is just a living hell
I'm going back and forth no one to turn to
Slowly losing my mind so what am I doin'
If you could only see the pain and hurt in my soul
But you don't understand me so how could you know
Sometimes it gets so bad I think I'm losing it