The Cross Movement - Cypha The Next Day lyrics

(Enoch) Rise shine for the light has come I count all things as dung compared to the knowledge of God the Son serious as heart attacks took off my starters hat put on my martyrs cap Radical to the core, explore the path we travel where God overshadows those whose ways are narrow glorified apparel we'll sport like new garb we're bondservants of the Christ of the cost the true God the Father brought us back He devised the plan that His Son would bridge the gap between God and man How else could the Gospel be born? If His bodily form wasn't hostily torn? This be norm crusin' heavens highway representin' Yaweh the fly Way, the do or die Way I won't hesitate to take my last breath I'm ready to die 'cause I possess eternal life after d**h (Cruz Cordero) Yo, here's a pop quiz, kid whose pop gives eternal life through Christ and who rocks gigs and digs into your chest like a big ole shovel and puts broken hearts together like a jigsaw puzzle Yo, pause, baby Paul, may I bust that bubble by telling you about the God who I trust to turn trouble into triumph You see, my God be too hard for science He brings rocks for my sling shot so I can drop giants and enjoy the victory as I wave the white flag to the God who wrote, "Paid in full" on my sin's price tag Now mics are grabbed yo, we brag much about the Lord who left d**h in a bodybag cold-crushed, plus He's tough-rugged and rough like old rust His tender splendedness will cause hard rocks to blush, plus He'll interrupt your rap program with a slow jam and have you all hold hands to "Holy is the Lamb." (The Amba**ador) Ahh, what a relief it is to be in Jesus I fooled you with the FUBU and baggies without the creases My chief is Jesus got's to know him is my thesis Without Jesus even Reeses can't know what peace is Seek us and you'll see us truth seekers Youth reachers· paired up like two sneakers True preachers, louder that 22 speakers If you peep us, you get nothin' new JESUS! You know we live among tough guys who say they rough ride But I've seen them meet Elohim and no more tough side We're caught· you know the Savior's got our jaw stuck We're awe struck cause life's no longer a toss up And though there's a lot of trouble in it In comparison it pales like a bucket with a shovel in it Cause one day we'll be the eternal residents With the universal President for Whom we represent (Tru-Life) Of course this is a kid whose been through metamorphosis touched by his divine Jehovistic scorchin' fist His life was what He gave He paid so I was bought with it so I've got no remorse of any sorts when I'm torchin' it The mic is my element when I'm tellin' kids be cautioned with the fast life without Christ your portion is Eternal separation makin' statements 'cause I was brought from this abyss of not knowin' Christ which was so unfortunate His blood rushed from a thug's touch and to the floor it went And even as I'm speakin' to me it makes more than sense Only perfect plasma could settle up this matter he scored a ten and now we're more than friends I'm floored with this idea that he absolutely adored this kid co-heir to the kingdom and now the most fortunate (The Tonic) Well now, might ya decipher· the first discipler Angel of d**h sniper every Superman's Kryptoniter More tighter, than any street fighter on your team filleting all your saying and praying to your figurine Then there is the hyper type of God hater· want to be sequel equal· with the creator Accolade thief· puppet of the Beast who's the chief "Oh you the piggy with the roast beef" Well if it's you, then let me see you quench the sun then for laughs and fun blaze up another one Carve the mountains out with your bare hands take the dust of earth and form a man but what you gonna breath into his chest cause even from our best comes the breath of d**h Prepare for Emmanuel's mega burst There's only room for one Sheriff in the Universe (The Phanatik) Representing the Kingdom Theocratic it's the Phanatik getting' deep as if I was aquatic, nomadic the Son of Man has no place to lay his afro sacred tabernacle dwellin' prevalin' against the gates of hell and stickin' to the cross but without the use of nails and you say Great is the mystery but Mister, we don't understand I'm stalkin' while I'm walkin' through this winter wonderland with some Timberlands troopin' while I'm scoopin' out the Gospel don't get hostle it's complex but it's not so hard to understand then again it is for some the mystery of the one who is and was and is to come if I could rhyme for forever twice you still won't have heard one-third of the words that would serve to describe Christ and still I rhyme 'cause I believe what the text say Trust Christ in the End and you'll be in the cypha the next day "Like That!"