The Cross Movement - Cypha Time lyrics

(Prelude: The Phanatik) We just want the world to know that God is into self glorification He wants people to put Him on a pedestal He wants to be "Prime Time," the center of attention, the main attraction So one of the things that we wanna to do is to promote this Lord and this God because most people today, they... they'd rather do without Him So we're bringing it back to how it should be. (Enoch(Talkin)) Cypha' Time! Yeah, The Cross Movement Up in this piece y'all Yeah! Cypha' Time... (Rappin) Kingdom building, peep the blueprint Who brings the Gospel to your town? The Cross Movement Kingdom building, peep the blueprint Who brings the Gospel to your town? Introducing God the Son who delivered you from sin Influencing humans to commune with Him You and Him can be one in unison We who praise the One who saves with the true flav The Savior's more than soufflé We come off like toupees The new phrase: Advocates of the Theocratic Rule Nomadical, radicals comin' dead at you like heat seekers we're meat eaters down to the gristle The Word of God chisels your middle When you read these living epistles The Gospel Shooter pa**in' out tracts like a producer Get used to these new psalms and hymns of the future! Rout for the winning team We pollute the main stream with "Jesus is Lord" as the main theme Never change scenes When it's time for action, we bring your focus to the main screen Where Jesus be the center of attraction The Lord's suffering, the pain brings healing To all colors, creeds, salvation is granted 100% satisfaction guaranteed! (T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.) From the door I bring it raw from the realm of the spiritual King Jesus and His amazing Grace be my lyrical Crux So when the mic gets touched I erupt, like Vesuvius Because He blew me up And yes He knew just what I needed To slow my speed and plasma leak Being lower case "t" in Just a touch of love Just a little bit For God to become man blows me to obliterate So when I hit you with the mind of the Infinite His Scripture sticks in your heart then I give a twist The human race is born in sin, can't win From our very first breath 'till we're gone with the wind We need emergency surgery 'cause every time we breathe our life expectancy is scurrying Down the road like Toto, the Scarecrow, and Dorothy You wanna get on bow to Jesus authority! Can't get in the game without a ticket No Jesus, no rescue, no heaven....dig it? (Phanatic) Brothers be screaming: "What's this new thing looking like a Christian Wu Tang?" My crew who hangs loosely and we tie tight like a shoestring And if you think you'll invade You'll get stung by styles sweeter than 23 honeybees! Funny, see these God wannabe's don't meet none of the criteria They miss the mark and end up way out there like Siberia But from there to Nigeria I swear to ya Jesus Christ is Lord over every inch of every area Join the bandwagon, the more the merrier The stereotype from now on Is brothers in baggy pants on to the corner Kickin' the gospel like Jackie Chan But the baggies and boots or suits and ties are optional so long as the disagreements ain't nothing doctrinal Now if you got the floor and you think you can hold it down Then you can spark a movement of the Cross in your hometown And when your finished with this tape and the music If the Cross ain't done yet, then neither is the movement! (The Amba**ador) Check the way we stepped in No weapons When we elected Heaven's protecting us like a good investment We never need a vest when we step in to your section nor a Smith and Wesson 'cause in Jehovah's arm we rest in Eternal Life we don't deserve it we're worthless, but God is perfect The Servant worship, He's worth it! Word it's a sad life we be living mad trife There's mad strife, some grab pipes They need to grab Christ You say: "It's over" I'm saying: "Hold up! Here comes Jehovah Who saves always like Coca-Cola Throw your hand up Behold I know a Banner The true Manna A Lamb for a world dirty like Diana Turning sins whiter than Vanna No it's not Santa but The Alpha who was raised like Gamma The Omega who could save the world, and a Always hang around you like a tourist with his camera Can the Cross Movement drop God's propaganda? The Word potty trains you, God's got the Pamper Yeah, watch the crew unite the two, mics and grammar Something clean for your head like a white bandanna Sin's a cancer Spreading like the legs of a dancer But there's an answer It's the Christ blood transfer! The God-man's an ambulance for sin sickening Who knows their life is going to end like this stanza? So now I hand the Mic to my man the Tonic who drops the real deal like Evander (Holyfield) (The Tonic) We stick and move with the blast of a cannon So we can display a life that's smooth like Dannon While working on the Fruit of the Spirit we keep it creamy 'cause when you got a promise, who needs a Genie? Or a rabbit's foot, or a lucky coin Can't nobody beat Him so you might as well join! Ok, who's Christ's equal? Who is the balancer? Who can tip the scale? Who is His challenger? What man, what myth, what relic Would run to the grave? Let the empty tomb TELL IT! And we'll take that fact to a city like Ninevah Kicking down lies like a Chinese cinema When some come with the nujitsu spiritual voodoo No worry the Spirit will defend like a sumo wrestler long as we keep professing the One that Stands between the extremes of sacred and secular He's more concerned whether you're saved or irregular And if your life is standing perpendicular And if your extra-curricular life pattern Conforms to who you were born to be despite Adam That's why the Cross is the place God stressed For those that will receive and take it to the chest Ah the Cross Movement All up in your area True Life, Amba**ador, The Gift, The Phanatik, Enoch, Cruz Crudero Yeah Jesus Christ be my hero!