Martyrs Feat. Json, Evangel, God's Servant and Techniq

The Time: 20th Century
 The Place: China
 The Martyr: A young girl
 "Yeah they went ahead of us, now the path is straight
 And died so that we could have life past the grave"
 -Da T.R.U.T.H from Our World from The Faith
 We would gather so Pastor could season us Christians
 We were pleased just to hear the reading of Scripture
 Because here in Asia, we can't worship like the States
 Because servants of grace might be murdered for their faith
 So we give Christ the praises secretly, we ain't treated equally
 Even on today our bible study's held illegally
 As Pastor opened to read from the first sentence
 Communist soldiers kicked the door straight off the hinges
 I knew this could happen for accepting His precious gift
 They threaten to kill us with guns clutched within their fist
 I'm shaken and scared even though Jesus is my everything
 I don't know if I'm prepared to die at the age of seventeen
 The leading official turned to my pastor and looked
 Put a gun to his face and told him "Hand over the book!"
 He reluctantly handed over the text that he so adored
 They laughed as he grabbed it and it was smashed to the floor
 I was truly grieved as I looked in his eyes
 He said, "Any of you can leave if you spit on this book of lies!"
 A man walked up, cried as he fell to the floor
 "Father forgive me"- "Leave! Now you can go!"
 I trembled with fear my mind started to think about death
 Hair leaking with sweat I thought my heart would beat through my chest
 A woman that walked up next spit on the Bible and left
 The official shot in the air of the air continued yelling out threats
 I was tempted to do it- I just wanted to leave
 The moment I thought this, I felt overwhelmingly grieved
 I gritted my teeth, tears began to stream down my face
 I needed some faith I just started to think on His grace
 In my head I said "forget it" as I walked toward the text
 Kneeled to the floor, wiped the spit off the Bible with my dress
 To live is Christ, to die is gain ain't a popular song
 I said, "Father forgive them as I was shot in the dome
 (Evangel)
 The Time: 1536
 The Place: Outside of Brussels
 The Martyr: William
 I refuse to look to John Huss whose goose was cooked
 Lord, I wanna put your truth in books
 Now concerning my faith no turning away
 I know eternity awaits even if I'm burned at the stake
 Like avoiding their attacks of me would profit me
 Great Whore that could be properly the papacy and prophecy
 They say the Pope's the holiest
 Only if these people could see its phoniness and Scripturally erroneous
 The Pope of men fail to respect- they wanna seek death
 of William Tyndale so then I inhale a deep breath
 Two doors- my hands push
 As I stride inside I was grabbed by men hiding- it's an ambush!
 I was sabotaged- he was disguised and camouflaged
 As a friend of me- I didn't know he was the enemy
 Now through discerning, I see this group is yearning
 With ill will to kill bill like Uma Thurman
 It's a chaotic frenzy as they plot against me
 Hey if God defends me or ends me- He'll soon determine
 Now I plead for these people (forgive 'em!) they grieve Your cathedral
 I don't wanna repay evil for evil
 When I'm weak I'm made strong- got my brave face on
 We're sheep for the slaughter being killed all the day long
 I'll never be a man-pleaser
 No matter how tight the grip of the hand squeezer
 I can't breathe- I'll stand with Jesus
 Even if plans are grievous as they try to put me to sleep like anesthesia
 Now I'm gagging and gasping- I'm sold out for You
 No doubt this noose won't choke out the truth
 And leave a lasting legacy- cats who would never read
 your Word after the death of me cats can cleverly
 get pass the heresy and grab for this weaponry
 Your sword- now Lord I pass to the heavenlies
 (God's Servant)
 The Time: Approximately 100 A.D.
 The Place: Rome
 The Martyr: Anonymous
 My wrists bleed from the shackles, as I get dragged in the gravel
 My ribs hurt, was arrested and tackled.
 Snatched up, I was preaching, pulled in a packed road
 beat for the God that I stand for
 A young man, I'm a Roman, version of Daniel
 But yo I got to be an example
 Seized by decree of the emperor's panel
 to kill Christians in all of the land so
 Yo now they got me, tied up, tugged, getting trampled
 Hauled to my death while they chant yo
 "NO GOSPEL, CHRIST IS A SCANDAL!"
 The mob screams as I'm violently handled
 But I am a sample of grace that is ample
 to save though the pain isn't cancelled
 Strained as I'm maimed by the rage of the grapple
 Each swing hurting me, more than the last blow
 Kicked by their sandals, struck by their rods
 Cracked from the whips in the hands of the guards
 Mocked by the people they bask in their evil
 Storing up wrath in the path of my God!
 But AH! "What a relief it is to be in Jesus!"
 Even beaten if Christ is the reason
 Pulled to the center of Rome- a crowd's meeting
 They chant for my death and indict me with treason
 I get tied to a pole by a soldier, shaped like an ogre
 Rope 'round my legs and rope 'round my shoulders
 He signals his boys and he yells out,
 "Yo ya'll bring the torch over!"
 So now I'm facing the blaze, facing the pain
 By grace putting faith in His name
 He says, "Last call for a recant", I say "we can't!"
 So he ignites me in flames
 (shai)
 The Time: Approximately 62 A.D.
 The Place: Jerusalem
 The Martyr: James, the brother of Jesus
 Sovereign Lord, You're so holy, you know me
 I'm nothing but dust and I trust in You only
 I see the faces in the crowd below me
 I'm standing on the rooftop of the temple and they're about to throw me
 Off because I've been causing a major fuss
 They call me James the Just- Jesus the name I trust
 In the days of His flesh, He was my brother in the physical
 I thought that He was crazy- enough that I would ridicule
 But since His resurrection, I see He meticulously rules
 And next to His perfections, I'm ridiculously minuscule
 Astounding, I'm taking a pounding and bruised for Him
 I look around and see the mountains surrounding Jerusalem
 Suddenly I get calm
 Reminded of God's promise in verse 2 of the 125th Psalm
 I hear their obscene chatter- for me no tears or screams scattered
 Or fears of getting my spleen splattered
 Christ is supreme, so extreme is the theme of His redeemed team
 My no means is my dream shattered
 Embracing what is after as I'm facing this disaster
 I have to because no slave is greater than his master
 They told me (to) deny Jesus and not be an Apostle
 My response- "Repent and believe in the gospel!"
 They threw me off the roof for that last phrase spoken
 I hit the ground alive with both of my legs broken
 They're acting so wickedly with no sympathy
 My blood flowed vividly, I felt stones hitting me
 Yo, inwardly Jesus gave me peace like Steve and them
 I reached up to heaven and began to intercede for them
 "Father forgive them, though their sin's great and enormous"
 One of their own said, "Brothers, wait! He's praying for us"
 One cat had so much hate in his heart for Jesus
 His blunt instrument crushed my skull into pieces
 (Techniq)
 The Time: Modern Day
 The Place: The Streets of New York
 The Martyr: A street evangelist
 In the beginning, before throw backs and fitteds
 I grew up in a world where no truth was in it
 No hopes, no dreams, no future in it
 Only crack heads with some state troopers in it
 I grew up with a mother, brother, sister- no pops
 Fam that's locked up, DTs and crooked cops
 Dope dealers and thugs on street corners and blocks
 Dudes that push weight, catch seals and get knocked
 That was my life before I married the Christ
 So now I rep hard on the block the day and the night
 2 A.M. in the morning, it's my third week in
 So far seventeen souls walked away from their sins
 It's a struggle on the block in the heart of the pits
 Where the fiends look like zombies as they search for a fix
 Fourteen, across the street, and she's licking her lips
 Asking Poppy for a date while she's grinding her hips
 I can't believe what I'm seeing but thank God for the mission
 Because He touches hearts and opens up the mind for the vision
 And people saying I should make the right decision
 Because the Devil's steady lurking but I'm moving with precision
 I can't be scared- I'm a soldier for the kingdom
 Armored up and I gotta rep hard 'til I meet Him
 And tell the world that it's crucial they receive Him
 Because He's coming back- nobody knows the A.M. or the P.M.
 And on the block I could see it was beef
 The Spirit told me they was coming I refused to retreat
 The leader stepped to my face saying he was the man
 And ain't no God in earth or heaven gonna ruin his plan
 I looked him in the eyes and told him this ain't have to be the end
 The Lord loved him irregardless as to what he done or did
 Satan filled his heart so he ain't really care what I said
 Cocked back the nine and bust three shots to my head