Lyrics of 'Club Blazer' by Preachaholicz

Explode on this track some call this hip hop but its more than that/ its
spiritual combat laced with gospel rap/ that's why we preach over beats about
the truth and facts/ turn it up blow the trunk off the back of the lac/ with a
blast more viscous than a hurricane/ cause one puff of The Ghost'll get you
higher than cain/ its like nerve gas surging through your nerves and brain/
justified by faith cause the blood was spilt/ now we one with the Father cause
the veil was ripped/ all because he was crucified beatened and whipped/ now zip
ya lip devil cause the saints is crunk/ we spit lyrics that change these pimps
to monks/ lets dump get em up time to blaze the club/ all the ex convicts
prostitutes and thugs/ crush his head on this track when we blaze it up/ cause
we dangerous/ c'mon!

Hook:
Let me see yo hands high (4xs)
Feel it feel it feel it jump jump (3xs)
Club blazer! Ah!

Verse 2: (PC)
Survivor and Christ lover for real/ rider for Jesus and you always holding ya
steel/ ya got ya armor on cause you know that He will/ protect ya with the
council of His heavenly seal/ a vessel of the One who died on Calvary Hill/ who
never lets the devil con you out with a deal/ cause its all according to the
blood He spilled/ that we always keep the devil under our heal/ so just keep
riding He'll relieve the backsliding and you'll/ be safe when them forces start
colliding soldier/ in the army of The Lord Jehovah Jireh/ as the Spirit hit you
with a wave larger than Pisidon huh/ I know ya feel it flowing deep in ya
veins/ it's the power that's been on and loosing chains/ if you believe the
Spirit move just like I do the same/ then this hook'll help you don't be
ashame/ c'mon and...

Hook: (Repeat as above)

Verse 3: (Mo Stylez)
Sound the alarm boy we bout to drop the bomb/ raise ya arms boy we like a
blazing storm/ wreaking havoc on the kingdom of hell/ break out ya shell and
yell like lunatics busting out of a jail/ man I done got a dose of the Ghost
and I'm like whoa/ love like this'll make ya say whoa/ lift up ya hands and
come back for mo/ grab mics and spit about Christ for sho/ c'mon let me see yo
hands to the roof if Christ is the one who makes you fireproof/ alive is the
Spirit that gets ya mind loosed/ sometimes you just need to get ya mind juiced/
the design of this track is to get ya on a level/ of praise that'll quake
hell's gates and shake the devil/ turn up the bass and turn up the treble/ pump
up the bass and give me some mo treble!