Представляем точный текст композиции "Amba-ss-ador" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ambassador (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Amba-ss-ador» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Ambassador (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Ambassador (The) - "Amba-ss-ador"
Lyrics to Amba-ss-ador : Here we go While cops bust glocks and call cars; God calls the Amba-ss-adors 2 Corinthians 5:20; we get up (its a lot of us out here) [Verse 1] Its been a while; Ive been chillinout, in and out of basements Youve been patient'waitin for whats been marinatin Gods a slow cooker I know look how Im stationed Knee bones are bowed to the throne and now Im 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 youd allow me to look to Payton Well Im 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 its little and then he multiplies the little you have Whether you laugh or not Im a trust in His word I dare trust the God who cares more for us than the birds After I drop somell 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 Its 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 its 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 hops 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 its usually junk food in the kitchen And its now in a rulers position Could go far; but the way things are the fuels not efficient [Hook] [Verse 3] I seem to love the culture but I hate most of its ways Im 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 Gods "shall nots" All of your pals flock to the place where the shells drop They sell rock and make it look like youre on hells 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 Youll blow the whole mood, theyre gonna go "boo" When His name is brought up But this is the mission Ambassadors on This Christian is hip and hes rippin though its hazardous for him Im rappin as long as I can till the chasm is gone I know a God wholl put a Lazarus on them [Hook] [ Amba-ss-ador Lyrics ]
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