THE CROSS MOVEMENT - Cypha The Next Day lyrics

rate me

[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 death

[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 death 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 Ambassador]

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 Death 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 death

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!"