Introduction:
We're The Cross Movement,
which is an alliance of (uh) born again believers in Jesus Christ
that are trusting God by His grace to become agents through
whom He's gonna advertise salvation and also communicate
His purpose for all of humanity.
CHORUS:
Indeed,
(2X) It's the thrilla' in Manilla
Jesus Christ versus every man's killa'
sin and death's got the whole world getting' illa'
but I praise God for the Blood Spilla!'
Verse 1:
I step back to take a chill pill
just to let the thrills build
back up and now I have to say that I still feel
goo-goo about the one the crew brings to you
died to woo you and bring you back like part two-ooh!
You know His name is the same, it's Jesus
every knee will bow demon, man, woman, child-oww!
Who is it that brings the blizzard, tames the lizard
makes the greens and the gizzards?
If it's your God let him speak
I'll hide let him seek, I'll jump let him leap
let him swim the deep. Did his blood leak?
Does your god love me?
Will he still propose even though I get ugly?
Can he turn trouble to ease
can his love make me 'weak in the knees' like SWV?
If he can take the sins of the whole world-swallow 'em
experience death then resurrect, then I'll follow him
But if he can't then I'm stayin' with my camp
we a pack of theocrats getting' amped 'cause our God is champ!
YAHWEH the highway to Heaven's doormat
transliterated LORD-all caps
Salvation for the creation He offers
no lie that's fly like a source of the slaughter and torture
of the lamb frees and releases
non-believers who put their faith in Jesus.
CHORUS: 2x
VERSE 2:
As I take flight in Christ watch my height as I get lifted
not off the herb, but the Word-mad gifted
It's the man of God that has his whole focus shifted
toward the God who made the earth and all that comes with it
All of the specifics, the tidbits, the 'what is I'm going to Colorado
to unload my head
I'm going to New York City
and that's in New York,friends
I'm going to Arizona
sex on the rocks all warm and red
and we bled
and the writing in stall said
"we write our maps in the stalls"
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
and we all did
This truckers atlas roads the ways
the freeways and highways don't know
The buzz from the bird on my dash
Road locomotive phone
I don't feel and it feels great
I sold my atlas by the freight stairs
I do lines and I crossed roads
I crossed the lines of all the great state roads
I'm going up
going over to Montana
You got yourself a trucker's atlas
You knew you were all hot, well
Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket
Start at the northwest corner
Go down through California
beeline you might drive three days
and three nights to the tip of Florida
Do you speak the lingo?
Oh No. No no
How far does your road?
Oh no, you don't know
I'm going to Colorado
to unload my head
I'm going to New York City
and that's in New York, friends
I'm going up to Alaska
I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free
And we all did
And the writing in the salt syas
We ride on out to the stars
I'm going to Arizona
Sex on the rocks all warm and red