[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