Cypha 911

[Verse 1: The Tonic]
Ay yo
I'm screamin' 9-1-1
I got a man down son
Death is tryin' to take him under like
Biggie, Pac and Pun
I need backup
And bring the full doses
Ah forget it
No time
Hold on kid
Here's the prognosis
Sin has hit you in your head
And caused a kind of amnesia
Now you can't remember God
Or why you have the social fevers
The violent seizures
Help him Jesus
Somebody copy
Yo tell God
We gonna need the anesthesia

[Verse 2: Phanatik]
God's eyes
Despise
Lives
That lie
So live truth
And give proof
That God is high
And lifted up
Above the twisted
Minds of men
God has called you
Time and time again
I go to work
You know
Like it's 9AM
Tryin' hard
To find me a friend
Who reminds me of Him
Not just puttin' on a godly act
With godly rap
But the real deal
Y'all copy that?

[Verse 3: The Tonic]
Ay yo
I copy
Good job
Keep doin' it
I'm on a metropolitan
Undercover
Rescue unit
On a stakeout
Eatin' sushi and takeout
Makin' visible
A criminal
Who's tryin' to pull a fake out
He's an old pro
Who put the business into show
But you never really know
Cause he does it on the low
Gotta go
He's in flight
Ten-Four
He's tryin' to make a move
Like an angel of light

[Verse 4: The Ambassador]
Set it straight man
Tell the real deal about Satan
No horns
Pitchfork
Red suit
Or cape man
But he hates man
And makes plans
To play the game
He's not omniscient
So he study
Your jaded frame
Knows all your favorite things
Your maiden name
Your crave for fame
Tricks you like David Blaine
But the Savior came
And told us
His days are wane
Causin' major pain
Cause he's gonna bathe in flames

[Verse 5: Phanatik]
Roger that
Rollin' down this world's hostile rivers
With Christ the Lifesaver
And my crew
Of Gospel givers
Survival packs
Attached to their backs
Filled up with notepads
Bibles and tracts
We're not comin' to do C-P-R
We're here preachin' the Christ
Of the C to the R
O-S-S
Your best bet
Is to accept the Lord
While your breath is left

[Verse 6: The Ambassador]
Dispatch
I need backup
I'm on the corner of Hell Street
But problem
They seem to think they're already healthy
Tryin' to tell them but they want to tell me
I see their frailty
But the gospel doesn't work
Unless the victim's sayin' help me
They're too wealthy
They're tellin' me to get lost
They need the Red Cross
Their insurance can't pay what it costs
For man's cure
Somethin' nothin' but the blood can ensure
I'll implore
Once more
But then it's over
Ten-Four

[Verse 7: The Tonic]
10-4, 1 Adam 12, 1 Adam 12
In the process of rescue working I fell
Man down, I repeat man down
Now I need a rescue and ain't no one around
But by the grace of God I can tie a tight tourniquet
Confess and let God put my life in a split
Copy that H.Q. by His stripes I'm healed
Give me some proper time and I'm back on the field

[Verse 8: Phanatik]
See, while you bouncin in party lines
I'm hard to find, guard my mind
I eat drink and sleep on army time at 00:00 hours I'm solar powered
Draw strength from the Son of God and hold it down for the Christians, I'm trippin? You call me a liar?
Cuz I'm screaming emergency and you can't see the fire
But when you sense the ergency Jesus says, "I am the One" to rescue from the wrath comin'. Come in 911

[Verse 9: The Ambassador]
It's a code red -- men are in a crisis; men are Christ-less
They underestimate how strongly sin entices
Even when we show them the price list, their vices
Has them saying "yeah I know it's wrong but I like this!"
We know the feelin', its appealin' just like when hotties flirt
Wearin' shoddy skirts with their "Bath and Body Works"
But we tell it to men, 911, then we'll tell them again
Sin's fun but there's HELL at the end
Over and out