Cypha' The Next Day

(Enoch)
 Rise shine for the light has come
 I count all things as dung
 compared to the knowledge of God the Son
 serious as heart attacks
 took off my starters hat
 put on my martyrs cap
 Radical to the core, explore
 the path we travel
 where God overshadows
 those whose ways are narrow
 glorified apparel
 we'll sport like new garb
 we're bondservants of the Christ of the cost
 the true God
 the Father brought us back
 He devised the plan
 that His Son would bridge the gap
 between God and man
 How else could the Gospel be born?
 If His bodily form wasn't hostily torn?
 This be norm crusin' heavens highway
 representin' Yaweh
 the fly Way, the do or die Way
 I won't hesitate to take my last breath
 I'm ready to die 'cause I possess eternal life after death
 (Cruz Cordero)
 Yo, here's a pop quiz, kid
 whose pop gives
 eternal life through Christ
 and who rocks gigs
 and digs into your chest
 like a big ole shovel
 and puts broken hearts together like a jigsaw puzzle
 Yo, pause, baby Paul, may I bust that bubble
 by telling you about the God who I trust to turn trouble
 into triumph
 You see, my God be too hard for science
 He brings rocks for my sling shot so I can drop giants
 and enjoy the victory
 as I wave the white flag
 to the God who wrote, "Paid in full" on my sin's price tag
 Now mics are grabbed yo, we brag
 much about the Lord who left death in a bodybag cold-crushed, plus
 He's tough-rugged and rough like old rust
 His tender splendedness will cause hard rocks to blush, plus
 He'll interrupt your rap program with a slow jam
 and have you all hold hands to "Holy is the Lamb."
 (The Ambassador)
 Ahh, what a relief it is to be in Jesus
 I fooled you with the FUBU and baggies without the creases
 My chief is Jesus
 got's to know him is my thesis
 Without Jesus even Reeses can't know what peace is
 Seek us and you'll see us
 truth seekers
 Youth reachers· paired up like two sneakers
 True preachers, louder that 22 speakers
 If you peep us, you get nothin' new JESUS!
 You know we live among tough guys
 who say they rough ride
 But I've seen them meet Elohim and no more tough side
 We're caught· you know the Savior's got our jaw stuck
 We're awe struck
 cause life's no longer a toss up
 And though there's a lot of trouble in it
 In comparison it pales like a bucket with a shovel in it
 Cause one day we'll be the eternal residents
 With the universal President
 for Whom we represent
 (Tru-Life)
 Of course this is a kid whose been through metamorphosis
 touched by his divine Jehovistic scorchin' fist
 His life was what He gave
 He paid so I was bought with it
 so I've got no remorse of any sorts when I'm torchin' it
 The mic is my element when I'm tellin'
 kids be cautioned with
 the fast life without Christ your portion is
 Eternal separation makin' statements
 'cause I was brought from this
 abyss of not knowin' Christ
 which was so unfortunate
 His blood rushed from a thug's touch
 and to the floor it went
 And even as I'm speakin'
 to me it makes more than sense
 Only perfect plasma could settle up this matter
 he scored a ten
 and now we're more than friends
 I'm floored with this idea that he absolutely adored this kid
 co-heir to the kingdom
 and now the most fortunate
 (The Tonic)
 Well now, might ya
 decipher· the first discipler
 Angel of Death sniper
 every Superman's Kryptoniter
 More tighter, than any street fighter on your team
 filleting all your saying and praying to your figurine
 Then there is the hyper type of
 God hater· want to be sequel
 equal· with the creator
 Accolade thief· puppet of the Beast
 who's the chief "Oh you the piggy with the roast beef"
 Well if it's you, then let me see you quench the sun
 then for laughs and fun
 blaze up another one
 Carve the mountains out with your bare hands
 take the dust of earth and form a man
 but what you gonna breath into his chest
 cause even from our best comes the breath of death
 Prepare for Emmanuel's mega burst
 There's only room for one Sheriff in the Universe
 (The Phanatik)
 Representing the Kingdom Theocratic
 it's the Phanatik getting' deep as if
 I was aquatic, nomadic
 the Son of Man has no place to lay his afro
 sacred tabernacle
 dwellin' prevalin' against the gates of hell and
 stickin' to the cross but without the use of nails
 and you say
 Great is the mystery but Mister, we don't understand
 I'm stalkin' while I'm walkin' through this winter wonderland
 with some Timberlands
 troopin' while I'm scoopin' out the Gospel
 don't get hostle
 it's complex but it's not so hard to understand
 then again it is for some
 the mystery of the one who is and was and is to come
 if I could rhyme for forever twice
 you still won't have heard one-third
 of the words that would serve to describe Christ
 and still I rhyme
 'cause I believe what the text say
 Trust Christ in the End
 and you'll be in the cypha the next day
 "Like That!"