The Ambassador

Song For You

The Ambassador


[Chorus] 
People I want you to 
Stop toting guns don't shoot 
Stop smoking blunts oooh 
I've got a song for you 

[Verse One] 
Sike! didn't think it was a slow jam- did ya? 
Didn't think it was an old man- did ya? 
I hit ya with scripture listen to every word I say 
The rapper Ambassador's back like a vertebrae 
Focused vertically, hoping for the day 
When biblical sense is more common than courtesy 
I envision this hittin' you in the barbershop 
Lyrics rushing like wind like when the Spirit of God was dropped 
I can see them sisters in the salon 
Puttin' The Thesis on with some grease in her palm 
Dope tunes boom and they stick in your brain 
So when I make a dope tune- BOOM I slip you the name 
Jesus Christ- He wants to get in your frame 
He owns it but you're like homeless- you need Him to slip you some change 
And when he does, Guess what? Life can't stay the same 
And when it does, Guess what? Christ can't be the blame 

[Chorus] 
People I want you to 
Stop trading God for loot 
Don't leave this life a fool 
I've got a song for you 

[Verse Two] 
Lord, I don't sing but nothing brings more pleasure 
Than to offer you to awful dudes who worship that thing called "cheddar" 
They've never read of your prophets, gospels, or letters 
So, they don't know you're hotter than rockin' four sweaters 
But- that's the job of the Ambassador 
Hit mics 'cause it's life after the casket door 
You know the hood ain't used to them theological truths 
Philosophers snooze; they think belief in God is for fools 
And I'll admit the existence of God is harder to prove 
But please believe that Jesus is God and you're cool 
We can work on unpackin' the intricate plan 
God understands- like women say about a sensitive man 
Much sin's in a man, Through Adam it got into the fam' 
Makin' us all prisoners- like when you get sent to the can 
And that's trouble- like when Blacks bump into the Klan 
But then a infinite hand went and sent us a Lamb 

[Bridge] 
1, 2 and we you don't stop 
And we won't quit 
If not for you Lord, we won't spit 
We do this for all the hip-hop heads 
Spit Christ cause He's life for all the hip-hop dead 

[Chorus] 
Yea, you see we want to talk to the culture 
I mean, why all the killin' and the fightin' 
And the fussin' and the drugs 
When I've got a song for you? 

[Verse Three] 
Sike- ahh, the rawness is back 
Tell your boys the Lord uses the rawest of raps 
The "hard-corest" of tracks cause "hard-coreness" attracts 
Some hymns are not a good hook like a chorus that's wack 
But He's sovereign he can take from the "boringest" camp 
Save a thug with the accordion and a Gregorian chant 
That's why even though Hip-Hop is full of ungodliness 
God can twist Hip-Hop around- really it's obvious 
Got to be gospel, can't say, "Really it's positive" 
The rugged cross is the object that we've got to lob to kids 
Whether they catch it or not 
The method is not the main thing long as the right message is dropped 
Why not? You're actin' like this surprises y'all 
The gospel's flex fit; yes it's one size fits all 
From the murderer to old lady who prays 
To the man that's fit as a fettle or the baby with aids 

[Bridge] 
1, 2 and we you don't stop 
And we won't quit 
If not for you Lord, we won't spit 
We do this for all the hip-hop heads 
Spit Christ cause He's life for all the hip-hop dead 

[Chorus] 
People I want you to 
Hunger and want the truth 
If there's no want in you 
I've got a song for you 

People I want you to 
Hunger and want the truth 
Don't leave this life a fool 
I've got a song for you