Amba-ss-ador Lyrics - The Thesis - 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 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)