Amba-ss-ador

Here we go<br>While cops bust glocks and call cars; God calls the Amba-ss-adors<br>2 Corinthians 5:20; we get up (it`s a lot of us out here)<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>It`s been a while; I`ve been chillin`out, in and out of basements<br>You`ve been patient—waitin` for what`s been marinatin`<br>God`s a slow cooker<br>I know look how I`m stationed<br>Knee bones are bowed to the throne and now I`m facin`<br>Raised up stakes and a lot of anticipation<br>Allow me to shift the weight to the God who can get with Satan<br>If was a Colt you`d allow me to look to Payton<br>Well I`m William; now will you allow Will to look to grace and<br>Trust Christ to be the reason I feed them a true dish<br>Skills are only equal to probably barley and 2 fish<br>But Christ is known to whittle your stash<br>Till it`s little and then he multiplies the little you have<br>Whether you laugh or not I`m a trust in His word<br>I dare trust the God who cares more for us than the birds<br>After I drop some`ll ask, "What just occurred?"<br>Ambassador was more than rappin` he was rushin` to serve<br><br>[Hook]<br>Amba-ss-ador<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Hip hop is more than a music—more than a fad<br>Like the church is more the pews and more than pastor<br>It`s what the streets asked for when they fell through the cracks<br>They felt trapped—hip hop gave them a back door<br>We were sheep—the streets were like pasture<br>We could feast on a beat—we liked rap more<br>At the core it`s about art like a crafts store<br>The glory of God is what all of our crafts for<br>But like any culture without Christ—glass jaw<br>Easily robbed of its wealth—like cash draws<br>Now hip hop`s in a peculiar position<br>Sides get divided by it like a tool of division<br>It can teach but not free you like a school up in prison<br>It can feed but it`s usually junk food in the kitchen<br>And it`s now in a ruler`s position<br>Could go far; but the way things are the fuel`s not efficient<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>I seem to love the culture but I hate most of its ways<br>I`m supposed to if I say I hope souls can be saved<br>It can make you gravitate to the foul spots<br>And make it look great to break all of God`s "shall nots"<br>All of your pals flock to the place where the shells drop<br>They sell rock and make it look like you`re on hell`s block<br>Gals shop just make mouths drop<br>Hard not to watch when you see what these gals rock<br>And kids are so star struck, forget Harvard<br>They wanna be on a show that hooks their car up<br>And you can hang God up<br>You`ll blow the whole mood, they`re gonna go "boo"<br>When His name is brought up<br>But this is the mission Ambassador`s on<br>This Christian is hip and he`s rippin though its hazardous for him<br>I`m rappin` as long as I can till the chasm is gone<br>I know a God who`ll put a Lazarus on them<br><br>[Hook]