Lyrics

[Enock] Introducing God the Son who delivered you from sin Influencing humans to commune with Him So you and Him can be one in unison We who praise, the 1 who saves with the true Flav The Savior's more than soufflé, we come off like toupées The new phrase, Advocates of the Theocratic Rule Nomadical radicals coming dead at you like heatseekers We're meat eaters down to the gristle The word of God chisels your middle When you rеad these living epistlеs The gospel shooters passing out tracts (tracks) like a producer Get used to these new psalms and hymns of the future Root for the winning team, we pollute the mainstream 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 and creeds Salvation is granted 100% satisfaction guaranteed [Cruz Cordero] Ayo like Enock, I walk with the Theoc Governor Rocking with the ekklesia, peeping how He's loving Her Muscular agape, we come with the Shock B Keeping our binoculars focused on the God The supreme popular, incarnated Logos The Provost who's rocking you with the logic of the solo Most High, the most high props getter Intimate, so fly, infinite God The opposite of mankind coz He stands prime divine Plus His hangtime blew up sin like a landmine So recline, rewind, listen to these grand rhymes About Jesus Christ, the glorious gang sign Victorious God-man behind the Squadron, the movement A crew sent to grab mics and voice God's blueprint For salvation, Jesus my proclamation My thesis for life, my love, my main topic Who gains props kid coz the name is too exotic Too pure to touch and too much for your optic [The Phanatik] Brothers be screaming what's this new thing? Looking like a Christian Wu-Tang Coz my crew 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 the corner kicking 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 fort and you think you can hold it down Then you can spark a movement of the Cross in your hometown And when you're finished with this tape and the music If the Cross ain't done yet then neither is the Movement [The Ambassador] Check the way we stepped in, no weapons We're the elected, heaven's protecting us like a good investment We never need a vest when we step into your section Nor a Smith & Wesson coz in Jehovah's arms we resting Eternal life we don't deserve it, we're worthless But God is perfect, the servants 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 (rays) like Gamma The Omega who can 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 bandana 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-sick men Who know 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 [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 Coz 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? We'll run to the grave let the empty tomb tell it And we'll take that fact to a city like Nineveh Kicking down lies like a Chinese cinema When some come with the new-jitsu spiritual voodoo No worry, the Spirit will defend like a sumu 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