Lyrics to What Do You See?
The Ambassador
Written by William Branch
Produced by Tru-Life
Recorded by Gordon (The Studio, Phila., Pa)
Mixed by Storm (The Studio, Phila., Pa)
Cross Movement Music & Publishing (SESAC)
Hear the CLINK! of the nails as they pierce His hands And the...lash as they slash this man Crash this man, hit and harass this man Bash, stick and inflict mad gashes and Mentally put yourself at the place and time Use your faith as a way to trace the crime Let your mind take you back laps and laps Back track till your mind sees back to back All the things that happened to a silent Lamb All in chains they trapped Him like a violent man Like He forwarded a violent plan, but it was prophecy That said God would be treated like unwanted property You've got to see the ill way that they flogged Him Blood leaked, it was deep how they mobbed Him Think thorns worn as a crown Here the Jews say, â??Crucify Him pass it downâ? Hear the squeals as the steel comes crashin' down Can't get pass the sound, teeth are gnashing' now Veins snap, feel that, He's hot flashin' now Draped in blood, covered in a cap and gown So many crack from the straps that it numbed the back Crucifixion makes your lungs collapse Watch His chest---see Him gasp for breath Hear Him...and...till there's no gasp left
Chorus: What do you see when you close your eyes What will you see when your life goes by Think hard visualize the ill mob Either you'll feel God or your hearts real hard
Verse 2: Concentrate, your mind should stay in study mode Tell your buddies, â??rollâ? as you contemplate the bloody robe Which was worn by the One beaten and torn Killed by the same dust people He'd formed But He emptied Himself---paused the wealth Put independent use of His attributes on the shelf Loving men who weren't loving Him but were loving sin Loving gin, lovin' a night at the club again I'm Ruben' men wrong but souls will die If my rhyme doesn't come in and blow your high I'm right in the site of Jehovah's eye So the gospel I'll tell till I'm old and dry The world's cold like a frozen pie With little sense like missing your ears, tongue, nose, and eyes But back to the ugliest things you've ever heard of The murder of the One who took more flack than Roberta They came in droves â??catsâ? had His veins exposed Played a game where they claimed His robe Eyes swollen, even rearranged His nose Only Providence helped Him sustain the blows Are yall seeing the One who owns it all The King getting beaten in the Roman halls Headed for a Roman cross, and heaven is His home and all But He wouldn't give His home a call Soon to dislocate His bones and all And still wouldn't wish for His opponents fall Ahhh!---tired and thirsty too Blood lossed on a cross in His birthday suit As He droops, pooped from attempts to breathe I grieve...tears stop my attempts to read The sign hanging over Him limp and weak It's (Memphis) bleak---How could this have been meant to be.
Repeat Chorus
No time to blink, but just continue to think of Scripture Let it convict ya, focus get in to picture Watch it blow you square off the rector As it teaches you of the real Victor Who prevails, you hear the crucifixion details Now ask yourself why's your life still derailed And why we fail to live for the One we nailed This same Jesus, you know the One we Hail With lips but not with lives Time see with the heart and not with our eyes See the Son, the One, who was hung like a poster Was buried, but popped up like a toaster Got all the host of heaven makin' a toast to The King of kings who brings God and men closer Sin's roped ya, guns out the holster Can't stay alive even with John Travolta Now I hope to pull you off the sofa Cut the TVs pause the CD's, the culture Is in the midst of a raging storm The rage is on, obituary page is long Life is short, but casket sales are high No surprise that numbers in the jails are high On the streets anything you want they'll supply That's why beer, crack and weed sales are high Love songs making you wail and cry Number of pregnant single females is high Youth get high---deal just to get by Doing street corner business with no suit & tie It's â??do or dieâ?, truth or lie, you and I
Refuse to try, and trust the Crucified Yo what do you see when you close your eyes? What will you see when your life goes by?
Repeat Chorus
What Do You See? Video:
Written by William Branch
Produced by Tru-Life
Recorded by Gordon (The Studio, Phila., Pa)
Mixed by Storm (The Studio, Phila., Pa)
Cross Movement Music & Publishing (SESAC)
Hear the CLINK! of the nails as they pierce His hands And the...lash as they slash this man Crash this man, hit and harass this man Bash, stick and inflict mad gashes and Mentally put yourself at the place and time Use your faith as a way to trace the crime Let your mind take you back laps and laps Back track till your mind sees back to back All the things that happened to a silent Lamb All in chains they trapped Him like a violent man Like He forwarded a violent plan, but it was prophecy That said God would be treated like unwanted property You've got to see the ill way that they flogged Him Blood leaked, it was deep how they mobbed Him Think thorns worn as a crown Here the Jews say, â??Crucify Him pass it downâ? Hear the squeals as the steel comes crashin' down Can't get pass the sound, teeth are gnashing' now Veins snap, feel that, He's hot flashin' now Draped in blood, covered in a cap and gown So many crack from the straps that it numbed the back Crucifixion makes your lungs collapse Watch His chest---see Him gasp for breath Hear Him...and...till there's no gasp left
Chorus: What do you see when you close your eyes What will you see when your life goes by Think hard visualize the ill mob Either you'll feel God or your hearts real hard
Verse 2: Concentrate, your mind should stay in study mode Tell your buddies, â??rollâ? as you contemplate the bloody robe Which was worn by the One beaten and torn Killed by the same dust people He'd formed But He emptied Himself---paused the wealth Put independent use of His attributes on the shelf Loving men who weren't loving Him but were loving sin Loving gin, lovin' a night at the club again I'm Ruben' men wrong but souls will die If my rhyme doesn't come in and blow your high I'm right in the site of Jehovah's eye So the gospel I'll tell till I'm old and dry The world's cold like a frozen pie With little sense like missing your ears, tongue, nose, and eyes But back to the ugliest things you've ever heard of The murder of the One who took more flack than Roberta They came in droves â??catsâ? had His veins exposed Played a game where they claimed His robe Eyes swollen, even rearranged His nose Only Providence helped Him sustain the blows Are yall seeing the One who owns it all The King getting beaten in the Roman halls Headed for a Roman cross, and heaven is His home and all But He wouldn't give His home a call Soon to dislocate His bones and all And still wouldn't wish for His opponents fall Ahhh!---tired and thirsty too Blood lossed on a cross in His birthday suit As He droops, pooped from attempts to breathe I grieve...tears stop my attempts to read The sign hanging over Him limp and weak It's (Memphis) bleak---How could this have been meant to be.
Repeat Chorus
No time to blink, but just continue to think of Scripture Let it convict ya, focus get in to picture Watch it blow you square off the rector As it teaches you of the real Victor Who prevails, you hear the crucifixion details Now ask yourself why's your life still derailed And why we fail to live for the One we nailed This same Jesus, you know the One we Hail With lips but not with lives Time see with the heart and not with our eyes See the Son, the One, who was hung like a poster Was buried, but popped up like a toaster Got all the host of heaven makin' a toast to The King of kings who brings God and men closer Sin's roped ya, guns out the holster Can't stay alive even with John Travolta Now I hope to pull you off the sofa Cut the TVs pause the CD's, the culture Is in the midst of a raging storm The rage is on, obituary page is long Life is short, but casket sales are high No surprise that numbers in the jails are high On the streets anything you want they'll supply That's why beer, crack and weed sales are high Love songs making you wail and cry Number of pregnant single females is high Youth get high---deal just to get by Doing street corner business with no suit & tie It's â??do or dieâ?, truth or lie, you and I
Refuse to try, and trust the Crucified Yo what do you see when you close your eyes? What will you see when your life goes by?
Repeat Chorus
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