Cypha 911

The Tonic: Ay yo, I'm screamin 911!

I got a man down, son

And death is trying to

Take him under like biggie, pac and pun

I need backup and bring the full doses

Ah, forget it no time

Hold on kid, here's the prognosis

Sin has hit you in your head and caused a kind of amnesia

Now you can't remember God or why you have the social fevers

The violent seizures, help him Jesus!

Somebody copy, yo tell God we gonna need the anesthesia

The Phanatik: God's eyes despise lives that lie so live truth and give proof that God is high

And lifted up above the twisted minds of men

God has called you time and time again, I go to work

You know like it's 9 AM trying hard to find me a friend

Who reminds me of Him

Not just putting on a Godly act with Godly rap but the real deal, you copy that?

The Tonic: Ay yo, I copy, good job, keep doing it

I'm on the metropolitan under cover rescue unit

Make a visible criminal who is trying to pull a fake out

He's an old pro who put the business into show

But you would never really know cuz he does it on the low

Gotta go

... he's in flight 10-4

He's trying to make a move like an angel of light

The Ambassador: Set it straight man, tell the real deal about Satan.

No horns, pitchfork, red suit and cape, man

But he hates man and makes plans to play the game

Not omniscient so he studied your jaded frame

Knows all your favorite things and your maiden name

You crave fame, tricks you like David Blaine

But the Savior came and told us his days will wane

Bring in major pain cuz he's gonna bathe in flames

The Phanatik: Roger that, rolling down this world's hostile rivers

With Christ the lifesaver and my crew of gospel givers

Survival packs attached to their backs

Filled up with notepads, Bibles, and tracks

We're not coming to do CPR!

We're here preaching the Christ of the C. to the R.

O.S.S.

Your best bet is to accept the Lord while your breath is left

The Ambassador: Dispatch I need backup, I'm on the corner of hell street

But problem, they seems to think they're already healthy

Trying to tell them but they want to tell me I see their frailty

But the gospel doesn't work until the victim's saying help me!

They're too wealthy they are telling me to get lost

They need the Red Cross their red cross, their insurance can't pay what it costs

For man's cure something nothing but the blood can ensure

I'll implore once more but then its over, 10-4

The Tonic: 10-4, 1 Adam 12, 1 Adam 12

In the process of rescue working I fell

Man down, I repeat man down

Now I need a rescue and ain't no one around

But by the grace of God I can tie a tight tourniquet

Confess and let God put my life in a split

Copy that H.Q. by His stripes I'm healed

Give me some proper time and I'm back on the field

The Phanatik: See, while you bouncin in party lines

I'm hard to find, gaurd my mind

I eat drink and sleep on army time at 00:00 hours I'm solar powered

Draw strength from the Son of God and hold it down for the Christians, I'm trippin? You call me a liar?

Cuz I'm screaming emergency and you can't see the fire

But when you sense the ergency Jesus says, "I am the One" to rescue from the wrath comin'. Come in 911

The Ambassador: It's a code red -- men are in a crisis; men are Christ-less

They underestimate how strongly sin entices

Even when we show them the price list, their vices

Has them saying "yeah I know it's wrong but I like this!"

We know the feelin', its appealin' just like when hotties flirt

Wearin' shoddy skirts with their "Bath and Body Works"

But we tell it to men, 911, then we'll tell them again

Sin's fun but there's HELL at the end... over.