The Ambassador

Amba-ss-ador

The Ambassador


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 patient-waitin' 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 music-more 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 trapped-hip hop gave them a back door 
We were sheep-the streets were like pasture 
We could feast on a beat-we 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 Christ-glass jaw 
Easily robbed of its wealth-like 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]