Fuzz Duckaz

(Matt 10:28) [Verse 1: Stephen the Levite] What would it be like? American cops chasin’ the Levite Duckin’ the fuzz strictly because I preach Christ Yo imagin’ that, church numbers droppin’ like a battle axe Cats look into the book of Acts can you handle that Phone taps, old holy raps like a throw back Quote that, don’t hold back, I need some mo’ of that Good stuff, brothers hide their Bibles on some hood stuff Keep the book tucked where the cops won’t look, stuff It in your bag, in the secret pocket where you hide your stash Little pocket Testaments next to a magnifyin’ glass Double “0” seven slash reverend Agent of salvation, representin’ the kingdom of heaven Don’t twist it, preachin’ means your life, would you risk it Or chicken out, like you should be comin’ with a biscuit You laughin’? don’t laugh when I say it could happen They already want us silent like Charlie Chapman They’re bannin’ us, California, NY, Canada Preachin’ against gay behavior can place you in the slammer That’s what’s up, this rappin’ stuff, could get tough Half of us, prayin’ we can back these raps up Like “prove it, to die is gain right? Try doin’ it Or better yet, try sufferin’ without losin’ it” The voice of the martyrs, bold Holy Ghost fire starters Sheep slaughtered: still more than conquerors [Hook] The blood of the saints is the seed of the church Yo we suffer the reign of the evil and flourish ’Cause the sum of our pain isn’t equal to the hurts Of the Son who was hanged on the tree and was cursed Are you shunned by the ranks ’cause your preachin’ His word Are you dumb when they say what you believe is the worst Yo we’ve come to awake you from sleepin’ it’s urgent The comin’ of our Savior is creepin’, you workin’? [Verse 2: Ant] There’s a (knock knock) at the door the resta’ The group hidin’ in the back and a little girl is peekin’ through a crack At her pastor and a man demandin’ bible’s and tracks The pastor standin’ on faith won’t answer back And a fist swung lands in face, “now where they at!?” Screams the man as he searches the place the group stashed In the back holds hands and reacts by prayin’ For the pastor that he’d stand and the man’s salvation It’s third location they’ve met within’ the week Just meet, get in the word takes place in a friends basement It’s crazy what’s facin’ this congregation of saints In a nation fillin’ with hate while the governments regulatin’ The church, phones tapped more than a cold shoulder It hurts to be bold parishioners get attacked At work you get the sack from employers liberal Land lords given orders, tolerance has borders But Christ is the greatest treasure to those peddlin’ The gospel knowin’ the cost and not settlin’ It’s hostile more than a little bit but they look at apostles Christ’s cross and see that the loss is winnin’ it Joyous broke fisherman reapin’ heavenly dividends Givin’ in? Never! Cause nothin’ severs us from His love We’re His kids while some are duckin’ the fuzz The faithful will wait and pray while they face it in patience until he comes again! [Hook] [Verse 3: Ackdavis] Soley out for Christ our position is sacred Lowly lives of light our position is hated Holy God insight opposition is taken So we bomb your flight to forbidden engagements Phoney brothers and false converts against bond servants committed to stand like fans at long concerts Conquers sent every nation with the gospel as our reply in the midst of interrogation Bandits scheming Police demand the ceasing of preaching Or your sent in the van to the precinct Your told that the scriptures you had is indecent Exposure of the sin that mans into keeping Next to the local boarders Through torture the PSB say there protecting the social order You gotta almost love death to accept this work Your persecuted and left like your less your worth They seek to ruin and test you lessons first It’s PERSCUTION!!! The fall and the death of the mega-church WE! Duck strays from henchmen Who tuck blades convince that You should be hanged if you have and unchanged opinion UNDERGROUND!!! It’s a subway of christians who move the gospel like it done changed positions The unsaved are distant So we labor till death For this message a one way redemption [Hook]