Written by: The Cross Movement
Produced by: Tru-Life

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 rulin God n human Jesus no man can stand next to to whom all respect s due All hail Ixous

Chorus: 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 Chorus