Ambassador - Get You Open lyrics
rate me[Hook] <br />We goin' get you op... we goin' get you open <br /> <br />Ready or not I gotta tell you from the top it's on <br />Christ is God, for Him I've got to rock this joint <br />I was born around the same time Hip-Hop was formed <br />Vacant lots were swarmed, kids from the block performed <br />Soon cocky's norm <br />Rappers and cocky form <br />Went together like college and sloppy dorms <br />But the flows were butter like poppin' corn <br />And the shows would get you hyped like Rocky horns <br />Some couldn't understand why Poppy warned <br />"Stay away" till the day when rappers like Biggie and Pac were gone <br />But prior Christ came and got me on <br />Taught me not to trust in the biological clock we're on <br />We're in the age where the caps are peeled <br />Even in school young guns'll have you runnin' like track and field <br />And life after the casket's real <br />And since that's the deal <br />His word gets spilled when I grasp the steel <br />Forget mass appeal my heavenly Dad can deal <br />With making His word something that all cats can feel <br />I'll let grace talk 'cause grace stalks the stray hearts <br />She's got something in store that's super like K-Marts <br /> <br />[Hook] <br /> <br />Do you see what I see? <br />Hip-Hop is a drug and it's got the city plugged like an IV <br />Gotta give it up—it's the voice of the streets <br />It doesn't take much—just a voice and a beat <br />You can keep a crowd hyper <br />Control the souls of a whole generation kind of like a modern Pied Piper <br />Face it; today ya favorite rapper's the icon <br />That's gotta hold on you like the wrap of a python <br />Lights on—Christ is the hype jawn <br />For Him I've gotta get my write on <br />So whether in the streets or in the booth <br />I'm a get at you, and I'm a prove you don't need the gin and juice <br />Mommie you don't gotta—DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT <br />And if you do it 'cause you wanna—STOP IT LIKE IT'S NOT <br />Son if you like the gangsta mind... think of where them gangstas wind <br /> <br />[Hook] <br /> <br />Nix your smarts <br />I know one who tricks the smart <br />Slick's his art; his canvas is your wicked heart <br />You're in a spiritual fog and it's thick and dark <br />And like a spiritual frog you get picked apart <br />But I know One who'll fix the heart <br />Trust me he'll set you free like the girl from 106 and Park <br />So shine your light like when a wick gets sparked <br />And if you don't give him props then the bricks'll talk <br />We switched up, we switched the pitch up <br />The lyrical mixture is fully loaded with Scripture <br />But some are fancy and cute <br />When people can't understand <br />They say, "ahh you just can't handle the truth." <br />Nah the bad news is; while the gospel's an offense <br />lack of clarity and substance just adds to it <br />So leave out the trivial tricks <br />Moms and kids can both love it—kind of like the cereal Kix <br /> <br />[Hook]<br /><br />
