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Amba-ss-ador

Here we go

While cops bust glocks and call cars; God calls the Amba-ss-adors

2 Corinthians 5: 20; we get up (it's a lot of us out here)(Verse 1)

It's been a while; I've been chillin'out, in and out of basements

You've been patientwaitin' for what's been marinatin'

God's a slow cooker

I know look how I'm stationed

Knee bones are bowed to the throne and now I'm facin'

Raised up stakes and a lot of anticipation

Allow me to shift the weight to the God who can get with Satan

If was a Colt you'd allow me to look to Payton

Well I'm William; now will you allow Will to look to grace and

Trust Christ to be the reason I feed them a true dish

Skills are only equal to probably barley and 2 fish

But Christ is known to whittle your stash

Till it's little and then he multiplies the little you have

Whether you laugh or not I'm a trust in His word

I dare trust the God who cares more for us than the birds

After I drop some'll ask, "What just occurred?"

Ambassador was more than rappin' he was rushin' to serve(Hook)

Amba-ss-ador(Verse 2)

Hip hop is more than a musicmore than a fad

Like the church is more the pews and more than pastor

It's what the streets asked for when they fell through the cracks

They felt trappedhip hop gave them a back door

We were sheepthe streets were like pasture

We could feast on a beatwe liked rap more

At the core it's about art like a crafts store

The glory of God is what all of our crafts for

But like any culture without Christglass jaw

Easily robbed of its wealthlike cash draws

Now hip hop's in a peculiar position

Sides get divided by it like a tool of division

It can teach but not free you like a school up in prison

It can feed but it's usually junk food in the kitchen

And it's now in a ruler's position

Could go far; but the way things are the fuel's not efficient(Hook)(Verse 3)

I seem to love the culture but I hate most of its ways

I'm supposed to if I say I hope souls can be saved

It can make you gravitate to the foul spots

And make it look great to break all of God's "shall nots"

All of your pals flock to the place where the shells drop

They sell rock and make it look like you're on hell's block

Gals shop just make mouths drop

Hard not to watch when you see what these gals rock

And kids are so star struck, forget Harvard

They wanna be on a show that hooks their car up

And you can hang God up

You'll blow the whole mood, they're gonna go "boo"

When His name is brought up

But this is the mission Ambassador's on

This Christian is hip and he's rippin though its hazardous for him

I'm rappin' as long as I can till the chasm is gone

I know a God who'll put a Lazarus on them(Hook)

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