Da T.r.u.t.h. - Who Is That? lyrics

[Hook:] Who is that making that noise? YEAH, it's us again Who? The ones who share in his reign and suffering How? Since he died we died he rose we rose with him Oh, like them first century Christians who stand with him. We're following Martin Luther-Models imparting truth to Our generation and yes we're using the arts to do it People are marching to the beat of the drum The evil in some gave Jesus' people a reason to run Charged of treasons by some by they ain't cower out like Nicodemus had done Please believe that their reasoning was pleasing the Son The squeeze in persecution gave the heathens a reason to come (Who is that making that noise?) We ain't quiet about 'em, we preach Christ until they inquire about 'em watch We got our eyes on the outcome Both genders boldly declaring He is the I AM, I'll come Therefore we bear our cross if we suffer we reign Suffering is momentary like getting stuck on the train Just preach it you ain't got to be up on the slang Present the truth of Jesus Christ until it's stuck in their brain. [Hook] [Flame:] Listen if we Christians considered the price that Jesus paid And the resistance them early saints faced in Jesus days And say for instance he let us live past Jesus' age Then we should be screaming allegiance the fact that Jesus saves We told 'em we Christians-Let's show 'em we Christians We should still be carrying our crosses even if our arms were missing Search them scriptures and see how some of them cats were k**ed But when Kobe Bryant is down, still got Shaquille O'neal If Flame was down and Truth was up it would still be dynamic But image the damage planted if both were standing Imagine the planet if believers all over the globe Followed the authorities scriptures after closing the canon Imagine the earth goes famine while Jehovah stands with the Holy Ghost in his fam Imagine what would happen if were filled with compa**ion And pa**ion and every time we pa**ed we kept them asking. [Hook] Heathens were glad to hate us, heated like radiators They stripped us naked, enslaved us, and made us gladiators Branded with nasty labels, Christians were bad for business Thrown in the prison of Roman officials gladly made us Public spectacles tied us to chariots Burned up our flesh the Romans thought that was hilarious Times were perilous they scattered us into various areas Embarra**ed us in the Catacombs is where they buried us But now the heathens love us, you know that got me thinking Could it be that we lost every ounce our distinction If we have Father I pray you bring you bring us back To the place where we fix the eyes of our souls on Jesus. [Hook]