DJ MVP - ...To Die Is Gain lyrics

(Phil 1:21, 1Cor. 3:12-15, Matt. 5:10-12) [Hook] To live is Christ and to die is gain Either way He's glorified in His saint's When our lives are changed, and the ‘I' is crucified in His name And we identify in His pain (we're gonna rise to reign) [Verse 1] Divine Architect perfectin' a sky scraper Never paralleled by Babylonian tower makin' Adonai haters This worlds fly but El Shaddai's greater So I smile now, knowin' there's no time in heaven to cry later While the world's towers are crumblin' The same Rock keepin' me firm got the disobedient stumblin' The Stone rejected by the builders Now seen as the head of the corner conquerin' gangs and drug dealers Now His crew rolls thick International recruiters with pa**ports and pack of few who flow sick Spittin' truth to cats who throw bricks Ready for martyrdom, separatin' lamps from little glow sticks This joint here is for the believers over seas Smugglin' bibles and preachin' Jesus where ever God pleases Regardless of the received opposition, you remain harmless Soldiers for Christ endurin' hardness From the underground Christian emcees To cats leadin' underground bible studies in foreign countries From cats pa**in' tracts and plantin' seeds to Pastors plantin' churches, with a pa**ion for legacy From the boy prayin' for his families salvation To the man beggin' wit' tears for God to save his nation Your treasures in heaven are waitin' Your work is not in vain, and benefits come with this occupation 'cause… [Hook] [Verse 2] Yo, the mission is still “Build Up!” Redeemed Thought, blood bought Members of the Body of Christ the Holy Spirit sealed up Teachin' to edify the brethren And preachin' to add livin' stones to the Master Builders collection Thrilled to be His Co-workers We Orchestrate Rhymes Servin' His Illuminatin' Purpose, we call it W.O.R.S.H.I.P Service goes beyond the churches, enter the trenches Too many Christians are ridin' the benches Pew punks, on some whack Christmas and Easter junk Swearin' they know God, but that's bunk They know they be gettin' it crunk, leavin' the club half drunk Their garments drenched in the stench of skunk Sinners with suits on Sundays mockin' The cats rockin' the timbs and fitted caps diggin' the doctrine Not knowin' that cat was earnin' a masters In seminary ready to plant a church and pastor This track's for the objects of man's laughter The Jesus freaks, hittin' the streets, who look past the Persecution in the pursuit of God, chasin' after His prosperity, not presently, but after Tribulation so endure with patience Jesus Christ has conquered the world and He keeps a leash on Satan Your treasures in heaven are waitin' Your work is not in vain and benefits come with this occupation 'cause… [Hook]