Cypha' Time

Prelude (The Ambassador):

We just want the world to know that God is into self glorification. He wants people to put Him on a pedestal. He wants to be "Prime Time," the center of attention, the main attraction. So one of the things that we wanna to do is to promote this Lord and this God, because most people today, they... they'd rather do without Him. So we're bringing it back to how it should be.

Enoch:

Cypha' Time! Yeah, The Cross Movement

Up in this piece y'all

Yeah! Cypha' Time...

Kingdom building, peep the blueprint

Who brings the Gospel to your town? The Cross Movement

Kingdom building, peep the blueprint

Who brings the Gospel to your town?

Introducing God the Son who delivered you from sin

Influencing humans to commune with Him

You and Him can be one in unison

We who praise the One who saves with the true flav

The Savior's more than souffle

We come off like toupees

The new phrase:

Advocates of the Theocratic Rule

Nomadical, radicals comin' dead at you

Like heat seekers we're meat eaters down to the gristle

The Word of God chisels your middle

When you read these living epistles

The Gospel Shooter passin' out tracts like a producer

Get used to these new psalms and hymns of the future!

Rout for the winning team

We pollute the main stream

With "Jesus is Lord" as the main theme

Never change scenes

When it's time for action, we bring your focus to the main screen

Where Jesus be the center of attraction

The Lord's suffering, the pain brings healing

To all colors, creeds, salvation is granted,

100% satisfaction guaranteed!

T.R.U.-L.I.F.E.:

From the door I bring it raw from the realm of the spiritual

King Jesus and His amazing Grace be my lyrical

Crux

So when the mic gets touched

I erupt, like Vesuvius

Because He blew me up

And yes He knew just what I needed

To slow my speed and plasma leak

Being lower case "t" in

Just a touch of love

Just a little bit

For God to become man blows me to obliterate

So when I hit you with the mind of the Infinite

His Scripture sticks in your heart then I give a twist

The human race is born in sin, can't win

From our very first breath 'till we're gone with the wind

We need emergency surgery

'cause every time we breathe our life expectancy is scurrying

Down the road like Toto, the Scarecrow, and Dorothy

You wanna get on bow to Jesus authority!

Can't get in the game without a ticket

No Jesus, no rescue, no heaven....dig it?

Phanatic:

Brothers be screaming: "What's this new thing

Looking like a Christian Wu Tang?"

My crew who hangs loosely and we tie tight like a shoestring

And if you think you'll invade

You'll get stung by styles sweeter than 23 honeybees!

Funny, see these God wannabe's

Don't meet none of the criteria

They miss the mark and end up way out there like Siberia

But from there to Nigeria

I swear to ya

Jesus Christ is Lord over every inch of every area

Join the bandwagon, the more the merrier

The stereotype from now on

Is brothers in baggy pants on to the corner

Kickin' the gospel like Jackie Chan

But the baggies and boots or suits and ties are optional

So long as the disagreements ain't nothing doctrinal

Now if you got the floor and you think you can hold it down

Then you can spark a movement of the Cross in your hometown

And when your finished with this tape and the music

If the Cross ain't done yet, then neither is the movement!

The Ambassador:

Check the way we stepped in

No weapons

When we elected

Heaven's protecting us like a good investment

We never need a vest

When we step in to your section

Nor a Smith and Wesson

'cause in Jehovah's arm we rest in

Eternal Life we don't deserve it

We're worthless, but God is perfect

The Servant worship, He's worth it!

Word it's a sad life we be living mad trife

There's mad strife, some grab pipes

They need to grab Christ

You say: "It's over"

I'm saying: "Hold up! Here comes Jehovah

Who saves always like Coca-Cola

Throw your hand up

Behold I know a Banner

The true Manna

A Lamb for a world dirty like Diana

Turning sins whiter than Vanna

No it's not Santa but

The Alpha who was raised like Gamma

The Omega who could save the world, and a

Always hang around you like a tourist with his camera

Can the Cross Movement drop God's propaganda?

The Word potty trains you, God's got the Pamper

Yeah, watch the crew unite the two, mics and grammar

Something clean for your head like a white bandanna

Sin's a cancer

Spreading like the legs of a dancer

But there's an answer

It's the Christ blood transfer!

The God-man's an ambulance for sin sickening

Who knows their life is going to end like this stanza?

So now I hand the

Mic to my man the

Tonic who drops the real deal like Evander (Holyfield)

The Tonic:

We stick and move with the blast of a cannon

So we can display a life that's smooth like Dannon

While working on the Fruit of the Spirit we keep it creamy

'cause when you got a promise, who needs a Genie?

Or a rabbit's foot, or a lucky coin

Can't nobody beat Him so you might as well join!

Ok, who's Christ's equal?

Who is the balancer?

Who can tip the scale?

Who is His challenger?

What man, what myth, what relic

Would run to the grave? Let the empty tomb TELL IT!

And we'll take that fact to a city like Ninevah

Kicking down lies like a Chinese cinema

When some come with the nujitsu spiritual voodoo

No worry the Spirit will defend like a sumu

Wrestler

Long as we keep professing the One that

Stands between the extremes of

Sacred and secular

He's more concerned whether you're saved or irregular

And if your life is standing perpendicular

And if your extra-curricular life pattern

Conforms to who you were born to be despite Adam

That's why the Cross is the place God stressed

For those that will receive and take it to the chest

Ah the Cross Movement

All up in your area

True Life, Ambassador, The Gift, The Phanatik, Enoch, Cruz Crudero

Yeah Jesus Christ be my hero!......