House of Representatives

Tonic: Ain′t no stopping us

Cause what be coming out our esophagus

Will knock the dust

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, "Forget what you heard, you rep for Me, I'll rep for you, and that's my Word, Bang!"

Tru-Life: Present and accounted for

Pound it down for my LORD

Sound the horn, spit the raw

Everybody hit the floor!

If the Lord of all

Has given all for all

Then why do most of all choose to ball

And walk the broad?

Livin′ for the minute

Think-blink-it′s gone

We in the clutch-

Now what, kid? Come on.

Everything we do has a fee

That means it costs

Tru-Life says, "Choose Christ,

Because Christ chose the cross."

Enoch: Gospel activist

Advocates

Of salvation

Preparin'

For the invasion of Christ

The Body-snatcher

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,

We give reverence

To presence of the Maker of the heaven's and the Earth

Who places is first

Who can match the worth of the great I AM?

Who blows on man and turns him back into sand?

God′s Lamb, the God-Man

With the hard hand

Turns to ruin

The wicked and subdues them

Rescues them who pursues Him

Renews them

Who's tuned into the communion

Of divine union

It′s no illusion

It's the Most High rulin'

God ′n human

Jesus

No man can stand next to

To whom all respect′s due

All hail Ixous Ain't no stopping us

Cause what be coming out our esophagus

Will knock the dust

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, "Forget what you heard, you rep for Me, I′ll rep for you, and that's my Word, Bang!"

Tru-Life: Present and accounted for

Pound it down for my LORD

Sound the horn, spit the raw

Everybody hit the floor!

If the Lord of all

Has given all for all

Then why do most of all choose to ball

And walk the broad?

Livin′ for the minute

Think-blink-it's gone

We in the clutch-

Now what, kid? Come on.

Everything we do has a fee

That means it costs

Tru-Life says, "Choose Christ,

Because Christ chose the cross."

Enoch: Gospel activist

Advocates

Of salvation

Preparin'

For the invasion of Christ

The Body-snatcher

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,

We give reverence

To presence of the Maker of the heaven′s and the Earth

Who places is first

Who can match the worth of the great I AM?

Who blows on man and turns him back into sand?

God's Lamb, the God-Man

With the hard hand

Turns to ruin

The wicked and subdues them

Rescues them who pursues Him

Renews them

Who′s tuned into the communion

Of divine union

It's no illusion

It′s the Most High rulin'

God ′n human

Jesus

No man can stand next to

To whom all respect's due

All hail Ixous

Chorus: Mic's

We blaze′em

The lost, God will save′em

Hands yall raise'em

Christ, all praise Him

No pretendin′

There's only one Savior we′re recommendin'

Indeed, now let′s proceed with the Representin'

The Ambassador: News flash, it's the

Ambassador

Known for askin′ ya

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

You do the math and ya

Come up with love---that's just his character

He figured the love would capture ya

Cause it′s spectacular

He's comin′ back like remakes of Dracula

Just to rapture the

Church, I clap because

I know Satan's hatin′ the fact that you're

Hearin' of Jesus and the wonderful plan He has for ya

Some might laugh at ya

Cause their headed for the wrath that ya

Can′t grasp cause ya

A passenger

On a path where ya

Party like a bachelor

, max like a Maxima

Play the "mac" in fact you coined the phrase, "Girl let me rap to ya"

Always strapped down

, got enemies all over Crack Town

I know the hap′s now

, 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.

The Phanatik: Jesus be the Lord of land, and man,

He loves ya!

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

Cruz Cordero: I rush da

Urban habitats where heads be strappin′ gats

Rappin' that, "Keep it real," when they′re really lackin' facts

About the Action Pack

Attraction that′s

Never slackin', Black

He has everlastin′ stats on the map

Check the atlas

I attack this

Phat track wit tactics that

Come from the theocratic palace

Like Alice

I wonder in this land

If you headz understand

How the blunder of man

Put you beneath the Thunderhand

That won't slumber, Fam,

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

Death was performed

The curtain tore

It was published in

The Holy handbook

That this man took

For the commission

Of His coming attractions

Of Gospel blockbusters

Blastin'

His Word that be sharper than box cutters

Chorus