Lyrics:

Kingdom building, peep the blueprint
Who brings the gospel to your town?
The Cross Movement

Introducing God the Son, who delivered you from sin
Influencing humans to commune with Him
You and Him can be one in unison
We who praise, the 1 who saves with the true Flav
The Savior's more than soufflé, we come off like toupées
The new phrase, Advocates of the Theocratic Rule
Nomadical radicals coming dead at you like heatseekers
We're meat eaters down to the gristle
The word of God chisels your middle
When you read these living epistles
The gospel shooter passing out tracts (tracks) like a producer
Get used to these new psalms and hymns of the future
Root for the winning team, we pollute the mainstream
With Jesus is Lord as the main theme, never change scenes
When it's time for action, we bring your focus to the main screen
Where Jesus be the center of attraction, the Lord's suffering
The pain brings healing, to all colors, creeds
Salvation is granted 100% satisfaction guaranteed

From the door I bring it raw, from the realm of the spiritual
King Jesus and His amazing grace be my lyrical crux
So when the mic gets touched, I erupt like Vesuvius
Because He blew me up, and yes He knew just what
I needed to slow my speed and plasma leaking, beaten
Lower-class T and just a touch of love, just a little bit
For God to become Man blows me to obliterate
So when I hit you with the mind of the infinite
His Scripture sticks in your heart then I give a twist
The human race is born in sin, we can't win
From our very first breath till we're gone with the wind
We need emergency surgery
Cause every time we breathe our life expectancy is scurrying
Down the road like Toto, the Scarecrow and Dorothy
You wanna get on, bow to Jesus' authority
Can't get in the game without a ticket
No Jesus, no rescue, no heaven, dig it?

Brothers be screaming what's this new thing?
Looking like a Christian Wu-Tang
Cause my crew hangs loosely and we tie tight like a shoestring
And if you think you'll invade
You'll get stung by styles sweeter than 23 honeybees
Funny see these God-wannabe's don't meet none of the criteria
They miss the mark and end up way out there like Siberia
But from there to Nigeria I swear to ya
Jesus Christ is Lord over every inch of every area
Join the bandwagon, the more the merrier
The stereotype from now on is brothers in baggy pants
On the corner kicking the gospel like Jackie Chan
But the baggies and boots or suits and ties are optional
So long as the disagreements ain't nothing doctrinal
Now if you got the fort and you think you can hold it down
Then you can spark a movement of the Cross in your hometown
And when you're finished with this tape and the music
If the Cross ain't done yet then neither is the Movement

Check the way we stepped in, no weapons
We're the elected, heaven's protecting us like a good investment
We never need a vest when we step into your section
Nor a Smith & Wesson cause in Jehovah's arms we resting
Eternal life we don't deserve it, we're worthless
But God is perfect, the servants worship, He's worth it
Word it's a sad life, we be living mad trife
There's mad strife, some grab pipes they need to grab Christ
You say it's over, I'm saying hold up here comes Jehovah
Who saves always like Coca-Cola
Throw your hand up, behold I know a Banner
The true Manna, a Lamb for a world dirty like Diana
Turning sins whiter than Vanna
No it's not Santa but the Alpha who was raised (rays) like Gamma
The Omega who can save the world and a
Always hang around you like a tourist with his camera
Can the Cross Movement drop God's propaganda?
The word potty trains you, God's got the pamper yeah
Watch the crew unite the two, mics and grammar
Something clean for your head like a white bandana
Sin's a cancer, spreading like the legs of a dancer
But there's an answer, it's the Christ blood transfer
The God-man's an ambulance for sin-sick men
Who know their life is going to end like this stanza
So now I hand the mic to my man the Tonic
Who drops the real deal like Evander

We stick and move with the blast of a cannon (canon)
So we can display a life that's smooth like Dannon
While working on the fruit of the Spirit we keep it creamy
Cause when you got a promise, who needs a genie?
Or a rabbit's foot, or a lucky coin?
Can't nobody beat Him so you might as well join
Ok who's Christ's equal, who is the balancer?
Who can tip the scale, who is His challenger?
What man, what myth, what relic?
We'll run to the grave let the empty tomb tell it
And we'll take that fact to a city like Nineveh
Kicking down lies like a Chinese cinema
When some come with the new-jitsu spiritual voodoo
No worry, the Spirit will defend like a sumu
Wrestler long as we keep professing the
One that stands between the extremes of sacred and secular
He's more concerned whether you're saved or irregular
And if your life is standing perpendicular
And if your extra-curricular life pattern
Conforms to who you were born to be despite Adam
That's why the Cross is the place God stressed
For those that will receive and take it to the chest