House of Representatives

[Intro: The Tonic] Ok we need to say some things to order the day Um, Roll call Earthquake, Ambassador, Tonic, Tru-Life, The Phanatik, Cruz Cordero, Enoch A'ight Gentlemen the floor's open Make yourselves clear [Verse 1: The 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 "Don't forget what you heard You rep for Me, I'll rep for you, and that's my Word, Bang!" [Verse 2: 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." [Verse 3: Enoch] Gospel activist Advocates Of salvation, preparing 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 ruling God and human Jesus, no man can stand next to To whom all respect's due All hail Ixous [Hook] Mics, we blaze 'em The lost, God will save 'em Hands y'all, raise 'em Christ, all praise Him No pretending There's only one Savior we're recommending Indeed, now let's proceed with the representing [x2] [Verse 4: 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 you Had His Son to die to provide a blood bath for you You do the math and you 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 hating the fact that you're Hearing of Jesus, and the wonderful plan He has for you Some might laugh at you Cause their headed for the wrath that you Can't grasp cause you, a passenger On a path where you Party like a bachelor Max like a Maxima Play the "mac" in fact ya Coined the phrase, "Girl, let me rap to you" Always strapped down Got enemies all over Crack-town I know the haps 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 [Verse 5: Phanatik] Jesus be the Lord of land, and man He loves you! Rejecting Christ is lethal like weapons In the hands of Danny Glover Any other option burning in ya chest That has yet to stop sin from turning into death Needs to be thoroughly questioned before the firing squad For claiming to have knowledge that's higher than God's And for telling people these lives my Dad rented never had limits Producing a world of bad tenants [Verse 6: Cruz Cordero] I rush the Urban habitats where heads be strapping gats Rappin' that, "Keep it real," when they're really lackin' facts About the Action Pack Attraction that's Never slacking, Black He has everlasting 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 heads understand How the blunder of man Put you beneath the Thunderhand That won't slumber, Fam To sling you like a rubber band Down into hell for rejecting the Son, the Lamb The eternal Son who was sent Supreme first-born who took the worst 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 blasting His Word that be sharper than box cutters [Hook]