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Cross Movement - House of Representatives
(from the album House of Representatives)
© copyright 1998

Tonic:

Ain’t no stopping us cause what be coming out our esophagus/
Will knock the dust off a living sarcophagus/
Dead men walking, talking, hawking/
In the darkness they be stalking/
Looking for those home alone like Macaulay Culkin/
But when they come knocking, the door be opened/
By my Pop’s who says, "Come correct or catch the flaming hots"/
He gives two choices to those who never heard it/
Either be deserted or come and get converted/
Even the introverted, in His presence ain’t shy/
But scream Jesus Christ equals Elohim and the Most High/
Why got to Hell when you die/
When Christ be giving fresh breath of life like Binaca/
Why be infernally nasty and mean/
When you can be eternally crispy and clean/
And listen to the God who says, "Forget what you heard/
You rep for Me, I’ll rep for you, and that’s my Word, Bang!"

Tru-Life:

Present and accounted for/
Pound it down for my LORD/
Sound the horn, spit the raw/
Everybody hit the floor/
If the Lord of all/
Has given all for all/
Then why do most of all choose to ball and walk the broad/
Livin’ for the minute think-blink-it’s gone/
We in the clutch now what, kid? Come on/
Everything we do has a fee that means it costs/
Tru-Life says, "Choose Christ, because Christ chose the cross/

Enoch:

Gospel activist advocates of salvation/
Preparin’ for the invasion of Christ/
The Body-snatcher who will soon to come rapture us/
A Kodak moment won’t capture this/
Miraculous event our final call is repentance/
No moon, no star, no crescent, we give reverence/
To presence of the Maker of the heaven’s and the Earth/
Who places is first-who can match the worth of the great I AM/
Who blows on man and turns him back into sand/
God’s Lamb, the God-Man with the hard hand turns to ruin/
The wicked and subdues them rescues them who pursues Him/
Renews them who’s tuned into the communion of divine union/
It’s no illusion it’s the Most High ruling/
God ‘n human Jesus no man can stand next to/
To whom all respect’s due-All hail Ixous.

Hook:
Mic’s we blaze’em/
The lost, God will save’em/
Hands yall raise’em/
Christ, all praise Him/
No pretendin’/
There’s only one Savior we’re recommendin’/
Indeed, now let’s proceed with the Representin’/

The Ambassador:

News flash, it’s the Ambassador known for askin’ ya/
Do you know the Master of the world---the One that’s after ya/
Had His Son to die to provide a blood bath for ya/
You do the math and ya come up with love---that’s just his character/
He figured the love would capture ya ‘cause it’s spectacular/
He’s comin’ back like remakes of Dracula/
Just to rapture the Church, I clap because I know/
Satan’s hatin’ the fact that you’re/
Hearin’ of Jesus and the wonderful plan He has for ya/
Some might laugh at ya ‘cause their headed for the wrath that ya/
Can’t grasp ‘cause ya a passenger on a path where ya/
Party like a bachelor, max like a Maxima/
Play the "mac" in fact you coined the phrase, "Girl let me rap to ya"/
Always strapped down got enemies all over Crack Town/
I know the hap’s now-I’ve got a similar background/
Surrender kid, trust Christ, become a friend of His/
And let Him throw you on a team of representatives.

The Phanatik:

Jesus be the Lord of land, and man, He loves ya/
Rejectin’ Christ is lethal like weapons in the hands of Danny Glover/
Any other option burnin’ in ya chest/
That has yet to stop sin from turning into death/
Needs to be thoroughly questioned before the firin’ squad/
For claimin’ to have knowledge that’s higher than God’s/
And for tellin’ people these lives my Dad rented/
Never had limits producin’ a world of bad tenants

Cruz Cordero:
I rush da urban habitats where heads be strappin’ gats/
Rappin’ that, "Keep it real," when they’re really lackin’ facts/
About the Action Pack attraction that’s never slackin’ black/
He has everlastin’ stats on the map check the atlas/
I attack this phat track wit tactics/
That come from the theocratic palace like Alice/
I wonder in this land if you headz understand/
How the blunder of man put you beneath the Thunderhand/
That won’t slumber, Fam, to sling you like a rubberband/
Down into hell for rejecting the Son, the Lamb/
The eternal Son who was sent/
Supreme first-born who took the worse form of punishment/
Death was performed the curtain tore it was published in/
The Holy handbook that this man took/
For the commission of His coming attractions of Gospel blockbusters/
Blastin’ His Word that be sharper than box cutters

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