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]
