cause what be coming out our esophagus
will knock the dustí€ 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
you rep for Me, I'll rep for you, and that's my Word, Bang!'
Present and accounted for
pound it down for my LORD
sound the horn, spit the raw
then why do most of all choose to ball
Everything we do has a fee
Tru-Life says, 'Choose Christ
because Christ chose the cross.'
of salvation í€ preparin'
for the invasion of Christ
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
to presence of the Maker of the heaven's and the Earth
who can match the worth of the great I AM?
who blows on man and turns him back into sand?
the wicked and subdues them
rescues them who pursues Him
who's tuned into the communion
it's the Most High rulin'
Jesus, no man can stand next to
to whom all respect's due
The lost, God will save'em
There's only one Savior we're recommendin'
Indeed, now let's proceed with the Representin'
News flash, it's the Ambassador
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
come up with love that's just his character
He's comin' back like remakes of Dracula
Church, I clap becauseI know Satan's hatin' the fact that you're
Hearin' of Jesus and the wonderful plan He has for ya
cause their headed for the wrath that ya
Can't grasp cause yaí€ a passenger
Play the 'mac' in fact ya
coined the phrase, 'Girl let me rap to ya'
got enemies all over Crack Town
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
Jesus be the Lord of land, and man
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
urban habitats where heads be strappin' gats
rappin' that, 'Keep it real,' when they're really lackin' facts
He has everlastin' stats on the map
phat track wit tactics that
come from the theocratic palace
put you beneath the Thunderhand
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
of His coming attractions
of Gospel blockbusters blastin'
His Word that be sharper than box cutters