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We're gon live this life

We're gon live it right

Not jus talk it but walk it

Cause we're gon live for Christ

We're gon hold it down

Stone cold hold your ground

All my soldiers RISE UP

SPARK THE HOLY CULTURE

BLAAW

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[The Ambassador]

You know this squad is a collection of artist

Blessin our dad reguardless

Of the fact that we're engulfed in this godless

World that's spiritual broke like when folks are jobless

No spiritual ear like when corn is cobless

No spiritual sight, no optics

No wonder spiritual life is hard to grasp like rice wit chopsticks

We need our hearts fixed, pull out the heart kit

If change is gonna come, God has to spark it

We dont need another material object

You need to be re-plugged back in to God, He's the socket

We'll mediate on His law but wont exhuast it

God'll take our hearts and carve it like Boston Market



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[The Ambassador]

Sin kills like arsenic, God is pure

But some cant stomach His cure like when you're car sick

Dead right, you need a headlight you're headin for darkness

Get Christ, you get life, you're dead as a carcass

We're tellin men, you're sins are red as a carpet

He jus wont forgive you, He'll turn your debt into profit

You need to sweat Him and let Him get into the cockpit

Halt the "co-pilot" talk you need to stop it

Man, you aint in a benz, you're in the rocket

Life's to heavy for you, you'll men will drop it

We saw it fit, to take His path and walk it

Was on a high horse but got knocked right off it

Fought wit Christ, but we were forced to forfeit

Had a towel, but we were forced to toss it

Had ego, but thank God we lossed it

Sin's signal was strong but thank God He crossed it



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[The Ambassador]

Oh, what a sight now, we're livin right now

Use the skills til we put the mic down

Check it yo, cause the flow is like a nightgown

Rep Christ for life, so you know we got the right sound

And though the world is godless

We thank God that God has called us

From bein ballas, and playas, and pimps and alcoholics

Times are hard, but we must still run our hardest

"Run like Forest", wit a limp, but we run regardless

For His glory, we wanna be the flyest artist

But because of what are vocals be, socially we may die as martyrs

Might have to take flight and say our "Sayonara's"

But that's alright, we're meetin Christ in the sky tomorrow

So no more weed in us, no more Hennessey in us

We've been freed, indeed, we've got His seed in us

So while you're teasin us, He's gonna present us

Faultless and blameless, cause He died for these sinners



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