The Ambassador - Song For You lyrics
[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
