Cypha The Next Day

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