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The Ambassador - Talk A Lot Lyrics

V.1
You think I talk a lot, but what I talk about
Can get up in you and then you can really walk it out
I'm hoping you listen, this is nutrition
You and God, how's that for a new vision?
Girly just got her hair and her nails did
But come here, I can help you know what the nails did
And dude keeps a shorty, plus one on the side
But I'mma tell him bout the 1 who got one in His side

V.1
Some like it hard hitting, some like the raw spitting
I like em both when they yolked up with what God's written
The Father exalted the Son, we should all kiss Him
He's risen
He's Lord of all, not just of all Christians
This is all missions, this is all fishing
It's good news for you, no more partition
You're free to drink from what the normal bars missing
Living Water, you give the order, I'll start mixing
Wait, there's nothing to mix, there's one ingredient
It's Jesus and nothing additional, for us the Medium
The cross and though He's the Boss, He still was obedient
But after the grave, He stand up like a comedian
So if you see me or you just put your CD in
I pray my net works (networks), whether M-T-V or T-B-N
No the holy can't relax His standard
But you can B-E-T there's been Access Granted
V.2
Man I can't grasp it, I was laying half-dead
What am I saying, half dead? I was in a casket
Then a fantastic God was interested
In showing grace so He gripped me like things handcrafted
Now I'm a little righter, just a little righter
I eat and repeat the Word so I'm a little biter
I got a little fighter, just a little fighter
The flesh is tricky though, it can throw a little slider
Last year was clear, I was a little lighter
Grace got my weight up, I got a little height up
But can't get all hyper, coz once I lost sight of
The fact the flesh doesn't rest, it pulls an all-nighter
And he knows me well and he shows me well
Let's just say, next scene, I'm in a cozy cell
But I drop the knee, so Hip-hop can see
Sin's got the lock but God's got the key

V.3
Gimme a minute, I know you'd rather be entertained
But this is the illest stuff to ever enter your brain
The Lord too huge for the universe to contain
But He reduced Himself to use of a human frame
Consider Christ's substitutionary sacrifice
The bitter price of the fruit, the very wrath suffice
The victorious resurrection and the empty tomb
The sect that He left to spread His message and rep His throne
But I'm just one of em, nowadays there's a bunch of em
And some are fronting but He's sending us for you to come to Him
Kingdom representatives, call us ambassadors
We happen to be rappers but that's not even the half of us
Our God gets His props with our lives and lips
And not just the fly gifts that He drops us
I know it's lofty stuff and my time is up
But catch us at 17th & Diamond and we can chop it up