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Cross Movement - Civilian Affairs
(from the album Higher Definition)
© copyright 2004

Armed to the tooth
Me and all my troops
No time for a truce
Thereís only time for truth
No room for fear, or regular cares
Steer clear of civilian affairs

Hold up, Soldier
If youíre goiní up
Throw it up
Throw it up

Verse 1: Phanatik
Iím a soldier
Boy I told yaí, hold the Scriptures like you hold chips on your shoulder
Biblical clips, better load up
The snare in the drums goes snap
The lyrical tongue cocks back
The air in my lungs flows and thatís
Enough to spark a revolution
Man listen my music is ammunition
I march to the tune of a man smitten
Was slain as a lamb, yet He stands risen
Just as it was written
My orders are to cross borders
Living Waterís in my canteen, as my camp screams for the God we love even though we canít see Him
My passions, down to the name brands on my fashions have to pass Him
I only live off what my Captain rations

Welcome to the front lines, streets and corners
The chief warned us
The beef is tremendous when yaí lock teeth in the trenches
Thereís a war goiní on outside and itís real
Flesh versus spirit
I donít flex to appeal
Use the text to reveal what comes next
If you reject then I seal conversation with prayiní and step
ĎCause what I feel is really not the deal
The issue is your soul
As a soldier I must remain sober and in control
I gotta stay focused like a scope does
And hope what I wrote does clear the smoke up
Hey yaíll Iím never AWOL
I wouldnít dare stop work to start dealing in civilian affairs


Verse 2: Tonic
Ever since I been sworn in, born in
Put through boot camp
Itís on
Ainít got no time for no new sins
Itís three squares a day
Eat, teach, study pray, little play
íCause what soldier got time for blasť?
ĎSpecially when Yahweh, is bringiní D-day
Without M-16, rocket launcher or AK/
ĎCause this ainít Vietnam
The enemyís more vicious than the Viet Cong
Who think ďdeliciousĒof the embalmed
Who die outside of service
Conscientious perverters
We stand as alerters
Hopiní this is making you nervous
Well if you ainít a procrastinator fight Satanís invaders
Get your fist in the air and march to this cadence

Had to cram 10 jams in a week so Iím weak but Iím plantiní my feet
Planniní to speak of our Commander and Chief
Heís a lamb and a beast
King and God-man of the streets
Standard of peace but not a man that is weak
Heís glorious
Infinity and 0
Heís victorious
El Gabor is a warrior
And he orders us
Not to trust in swords and stuff
Or store up and hoard stuff that is sure to rust
Donít get it twisted
Heíll get a misfit when others wouldnít risk it
Teach him diplomatics like a good version of Dip-set
Bury him in Christ Ďtil his everyday life is sifted
Mission stick with the reason we got enlisted