Civilian Affairs Lyrics
| Song | Civilian Affairs |
| Artist | Cross Movement |
| Album | Higher Definition |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Branch, Bryd, Goodwin, Wells | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Armed to the tooth | |
| Me and all my troops | |
| No time for a truce | |
| There's only time for truth | |
| No room for fear, or regular cares | |
| Steer clear of civilian affairs | |
| Hold up, Soldier | |
| Salute | |
| If you're goin' up | |
| Salute | |
| Throw it up | |
| Salute | |
| Throw it up | |
| Salute | |
| (Verse One) | |
| I'm a soldier, boy I told ya | |
| I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder | |
| Biblical clips, better load up | |
| The snare in the drums goes snap | |
| The lyrical tongue cocks back | |
| The air in my lungs flows and that's | |
| Enough to spark a revolution | |
| Man listen my music is ammunition | |
| I march to the tune of a man smitten | |
| Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen | |
| Just as it was written | |
| My orders are to cross borders | |
| Living Water's in my canteen as my camp screams | |
| For the God we love even though we can't see Him | |
| My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions have to pass Him | |
| I only live off what my Captain rations | |
| Welcome to the front lines, streets and corners | |
| The chief warned us | |
| The beef is tremendous when ya' lock teeth in the trenches | |
| There's a war goin' on outside and it's real | |
| Flesh versus spirit | |
| I don't flex to appeal | |
| Use the text to reveal what comes next | |
| If you reject then I seal conversation with prayin' and step | |
| 'Cause what I feel is really not the deal | |
| The issue is your soul | |
| As a soldier I must remain sober and in control | |
| I gotta stay focused like a scope does | |
| And hope what I wrote does clear the smoke up | |
| Hey ya'll I'm never AWOL | |
| I wouldn't dare stop work to start dealing in civilian affairs | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse Two) | |
| Ever since I been sworn in, born in | |
| Put through boot camp | |
| It's on | |
| Ain't got no time for no new sins | |
| It's three squares a day | |
| Eat, teach, study pray, little play | |
| Cause what soldier got time for blasé? | |
| Specially when Yahweh, is bringin' D-day | |
| Without M-16, rocket launcher or AK | |
| Cause this ain't Vietnam | |
| The enemy's more vicious than the Viet Cong | |
| Who think delicious of the embalmed | |
| Who die outside of service, deserters | |
| Conscientious perverters, we stand as alerters | |
| Hopin' this is making you nervous | |
| Well if you ain't a procrastinator fight Satan's invaders | |
| Get your fist in the air and march to this cadence | |
| Had to cram 10 jams in a week so I'm weak but I'm plantin' my feet | |
| Plannin' to speak of our Commander and Chief | |
| He's a lamb and a beast | |
| King and God-man of the streets | |
| Standard of peace but not a man that is weak | |
| He's glorious | |
| Infinity and 0 | |
| He's victorious | |
| El Gabor is a warrior | |
| And he orders us | |
| Not to trust in swords and stuff | |
| Or store up and hoard stuff that is sure to rust | |
| Don't get it twisted | |
| He'll get a misfit when others wouldn't risk it | |
| Teach him diplomatics like a good version of Dip-set | |
| Bury him in Christ 'til his everyday life is sifted | |
| Missionóstick with the reason we got enlisted | |
| To the Left | |
| (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Branch, Bryd, Goodwin, Wells | |
| Chorus | |
| Armed to the tooth | |
| Me and all my troops | |
| No time for a truce | |
| There' s only time for truth | |
| No room for fear, or regular cares | |
| Steer clear of civilian affairs | |
| Hold up, Soldier | |
| Salute | |
| If you' re goin' up | |
| Salute | |
| Throw it up | |
| Salute | |
| Throw it up | |
| Salute | |
| Verse One | |
| I' m a soldier, boy I told ya | |
| I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder | |
| Biblical clips, better load up | |
| The snare in the drums goes snap | |
| The lyrical tongue cocks back | |
| The air in my lungs flows and that' s | |
| Enough to spark a revolution | |
| Man listen my music is ammunition | |
| I march to the tune of a man smitten | |
| Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen | |
| Just as it was written | |
| My orders are to cross borders | |
| Living Water' s in my canteen as my camp screams | |
| For the God we love even though we can' t see Him | |
| My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions have to pass Him | |
| I only live off what my Captain rations | |
| Welcome to the front lines, streets and corners | |
| The chief warned us | |
| The beef is tremendous when ya' lock teeth in the trenches | |
| There' s a war goin' on outside and it' s real | |
| Flesh versus spirit | |
| I don' t flex to appeal | |
| Use the text to reveal what comes next | |
| If you reject then I seal conversation with prayin' and step | |
| ' Cause what I feel is really not the deal | |
| The issue is your soul | |
| As a soldier I must remain sober and in control | |
| I gotta stay focused like a scope does | |
| And hope what I wrote does clear the smoke up | |
| Hey ya' ll I' m never AWOL | |
| I wouldn' t dare stop work to start dealing in civilian affairs | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two | |
| Ever since I been sworn in, born in | |
| Put through boot camp | |
| It' s on | |
| Ain' t got no time for no new sins | |
| It' s three squares a day | |
| Eat, teach, study pray, little play | |
| Cause what soldier got time for blase? | |
| Specially when Yahweh, is bringin' Dday | |
| Without M16, rocket launcher or AK | |
| Cause this ain' t Vietnam | |
| The enemy' s more vicious than the Viet Cong | |
| Who think delicious of the embalmed | |
| Who die outside of service, deserters | |
| Conscientious perverters, we stand as alerters | |
| Hopin' this is making you nervous | |
| Well if you ain' t a procrastinator fight Satan' s invaders | |
| Get your fist in the air and march to this cadence | |
| Had to cram 10 jams in a week so I' m weak but I' m plantin' my feet | |
| Plannin' to speak of our Commander and Chief | |
| He' s a lamb and a beast | |
| King and Godman of the streets | |
| Standard of peace but not a man that is weak | |
| He' s glorious | |
| Infinity and 0 | |
| He' s victorious | |
| El Gabor is a warrior | |
| And he orders us | |
| Not to trust in swords and stuff | |
| Or store up and hoard stuff that is sure to rust | |
| Don' t get it twisted | |
| He' ll get a misfit when others wouldn' t risk it | |
| Teach him diplomatics like a good version of Dipset | |
| Bury him in Christ ' til his everyday life is sifted | |
| Missiono stick with the reason we got enlisted | |
| To the Left | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Branch, Bryd, Goodwin, Wells | |
| Chorus | |
| Armed to the tooth | |
| Me and all my troops | |
| No time for a truce | |
| There' s only time for truth | |
| No room for fear, or regular cares | |
| Steer clear of civilian affairs | |
| Hold up, Soldier | |
| Salute | |
| If you' re goin' up | |
| Salute | |
| Throw it up | |
| Salute | |
| Throw it up | |
| Salute | |
| Verse One | |
| I' m a soldier, boy I told ya | |
| I hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder | |
| Biblical clips, better load up | |
| The snare in the drums goes snap | |
| The lyrical tongue cocks back | |
| The air in my lungs flows and that' s | |
| Enough to spark a revolution | |
| Man listen my music is ammunition | |
| I march to the tune of a man smitten | |
| Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen | |
| Just as it was written | |
| My orders are to cross borders | |
| Living Water' s in my canteen as my camp screams | |
| For the God we love even though we can' t see Him | |
| My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions have to pass Him | |
| I only live off what my Captain rations | |
| Welcome to the front lines, streets and corners | |
| The chief warned us | |
| The beef is tremendous when ya' lock teeth in the trenches | |
| There' s a war goin' on outside and it' s real | |
| Flesh versus spirit | |
| I don' t flex to appeal | |
| Use the text to reveal what comes next | |
| If you reject then I seal conversation with prayin' and step | |
| ' Cause what I feel is really not the deal | |
| The issue is your soul | |
| As a soldier I must remain sober and in control | |
| I gotta stay focused like a scope does | |
| And hope what I wrote does clear the smoke up | |
| Hey ya' ll I' m never AWOL | |
| I wouldn' t dare stop work to start dealing in civilian affairs | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse Two | |
| Ever since I been sworn in, born in | |
| Put through boot camp | |
| It' s on | |
| Ain' t got no time for no new sins | |
| It' s three squares a day | |
| Eat, teach, study pray, little play | |
| Cause what soldier got time for blasé? | |
| Specially when Yahweh, is bringin' Dday | |
| Without M16, rocket launcher or AK | |
| Cause this ain' t Vietnam | |
| The enemy' s more vicious than the Viet Cong | |
| Who think delicious of the embalmed | |
| Who die outside of service, deserters | |
| Conscientious perverters, we stand as alerters | |
| Hopin' this is making you nervous | |
| Well if you ain' t a procrastinator fight Satan' s invaders | |
| Get your fist in the air and march to this cadence | |
| Had to cram 10 jams in a week so I' m weak but I' m plantin' my feet | |
| Plannin' to speak of our Commander and Chief | |
| He' s a lamb and a beast | |
| King and Godman of the streets | |
| Standard of peace but not a man that is weak | |
| He' s glorious | |
| Infinity and 0 | |
| He' s victorious | |
| El Gabor is a warrior | |
| And he orders us | |
| Not to trust in swords and stuff | |
| Or store up and hoard stuff that is sure to rust | |
| Don' t get it twisted | |
| He' ll get a misfit when others wouldn' t risk it | |
| Teach him diplomatics like a good version of Dipset | |
| Bury him in Christ ' til his everyday life is sifted | |
| Missionó stick with the reason we got enlisted | |
| To the Left | |
| Chorus |
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