The Cross Movement - Cypha' 911 lyrics

The Tonic: Ay yo, I'm screamin 911! I got a man down, son And d**h is trying to Take him under like biggie, pac and pun I need backup and bring the full doses Ah, forget it no time Hold on kid, here's the prognosis Sin has hit you in your head and caused a kind of amnesia Now you can't remember God or why you have the social fevers The violent seizures, help him Jesus! Somebody copy, yo tell God we gonna need the anesthesia The Phanatik: God's eyes despise lives that lie so live truth and give proof that God is high And lifted up above the twisted minds of men God has called you time and time again, I go to work You know like it's 9 AM trying hard to find me a friend Who reminds me of Him Not just putting on a Godly act with Godly rap but the real deal, you copy that? The Tonic: Ay yo, I copy, good job, keep doing it I'm on the metropolitan under cover rescue unit Make a visible criminal who is trying to pull a fake out He's an old pro who put the business into show But you would never really know cuz he does it on the low Gotta go ... he's in flight 10-4 He's trying to make a move like an angel of light The Amba**ador: Set it straight man, tell the real deal about Satan. No horns, pitchfork, red suit and cape, man But he hates man and makes plans to play the game Not omniscient so he studied your jaded frame Knows all your favorite things and your maiden name You crave fame, tricks you like David Blaine But the Savior came and told us his days will wane Bring in major pain cuz he's gonna bathe in flames The Phanatik: Roger that, rolling down this world's hostile rivers With Christ the lifesaver and my crew of gospel givers Survival packs attached to their backs Filled up with notepads, Bibles, and tracks We're not coming to do CPR! We're here preaching the Christ of the C. to the R. O.S.S. Your best bet is to accept the Lord while your breath is left The Amba**ador: Dispatch I need backup, I'm on the corner of hell street But problem, they seems to think they're already healthy Trying to tell them but they want to tell me I see their frailty But the gospel doesn't work until the victim's saying help me! They're too wealthy they are telling me to get lost They need the Red Cross their red cross, their insurance can't pay what it costs For man's cure something nothing but the blood can ensure I'll implore once more but then its over, 10-4 The Tonic: 10-4, 1 Adam 12, 1 Adam 12 In the process of rescue working I fell Man down, I repeat man down Now I need a rescue and ain't no one around But by the grace of God I can tie a tight tourniquet Confess and let God put my life in a split Copy that H.Q. by His stripes I'm healed Give me some proper time and I'm back on the field The Phanatik: See, while you bouncin in party lines I'm hard to find, gaurd my mind I eat drink and sleep on army time at 00:00 hours I'm solar powered Draw strength from the Son of God and hold it down for the Christians, I'm trippin? You call me a liar? Cuz I'm screaming emergency and you can't see the fire But when you sense the ergency Jesus says, "I am the One" to rescue from the wrath comin'. Come in 911 The Amba**ador: It's a code red -- men are in a crisis; men are Christ-less They underestimate how strongly sin entices Even when we show them the price list, their vices Has them saying "yeah I know it's wrong but I like this!" We know the feelin', its appealin' just like when hotties flirt Wearin' shoddy skirts with their "Bath and Body Works" But we tell it to men, 911, then we'll tell them again Sin's fun but there's HELL at the end... over.