The Ambassador

Get You Open

The Ambassador


[Hook] 
We goin' get you op... we goin' get you open 

[Verse 1] 
Ready or not I gotta tell you from the top it's on 
Christ is God, for Him I've got to rock this joint 
I was born around the same time Hip-Hop was formed 
Vacant lots were swarmed, kids from the block performed 
Soon cocky's norm 
Rappers and cocky form 
Went together like college and sloppy dorms 
But the flows were butter like poppin' corn 
And the shows would get you hyped like Rocky horns 
Some couldn't understand why Poppy warned 
"Stay away" till the day when rappers like Biggie and Pac were gone 
But prior Christ came and got me on 
Taught me not to trust in the biological clock we're on 
We're in the age where the caps are peeled 
Even in school young guns'll have you runnin' like track and field 
And life after the casket's real 
And since that's the deal 
His word gets spilled when I grasp the steel 
Forget mass appeal my heavenly Dad can deal 
With making His word something that all cats can feel 
I'll let grace talk 'cause grace stalks the stray hearts 
She's got something in store that's super like K-Marts 

[Hook] 

[Verse 2] 
Do you see what I see? 
Hip-Hop is a drug and it's got the city plugged like an IV 
Gotta give it up-it's the voice of the streets 
It doesn't take much-just a voice and a beat 
You can keep a crowd hyper 
Control the souls of a whole generation kind of like a modern Pied Piper 
Face it; today ya favorite rapper's the icon 
That's gotta hold on you like the wrap of a python 
Lights on-Christ is the hype jawn 
For Him I've gotta get my write on 
So whether in the streets or in the booth 
I'm a get at you, and I'm a prove you don't need the gin and juice 
Mommie you don't gotta-DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT 
And if you do it 'cause you wanna-STOP IT LIKE IT'S NOT 
Son if you like the gangsta mind... think of where them gangstas wind 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3] 
Nix your smarts 
I know one who tricks the smart 
Slick's his art; his canvas is your wicked heart 
You're in a spiritual fog and it's thick and dark 
And like a spiritual frog you get picked apart 
But I know One who'll fix the heart 
Trust me he'll set you free like the girl from 106 and Park 
So shine your light like when a wick gets sparked 
And if you don't give him props then the bricks'll talk 
We switched up, we switched the pitch up 
The lyrical mixture is fully loaded with Scripture 
But some are fancy and cute 
When people can't understand 
They say, "ahh you just can't handle the truth." 
Nah the bad news is; while the gospel's an offense 
lack of clarity and substance just adds to it 
So leave out the trivial tricks 
Moms and kids can both love it-kind of like the cereal Kix 

[Hook]