The Amba**ador - Album Intro lyrics

(One-two) No gats, no blunts, no brew (One-Two) To my adults and my youth (One-two) The ax is at the root (One-two) It's time to bear fruit one two Lyrically puttin' you down with truth it's the Divine mixture-rhymes plus divine Scripture No hold back Jesus is in the rhyme so that Your heart can be confronted by the God who wants your soul back And no matter what you have to do we'll take control back And turn the show back over to Jesus (yea you know that) Rhymes are pro-Christ instead of pro this and pro that Cause many Christian songs lyrically are spiritually low fat Religion sells, but we dwell in anti-Christian realms So if you love Him then you've got to represent Him well Pants might be saggin' slightly, but just imagine Me displaying the beauty of Christ like a pageant In your area I'm tellin' ya Christ will marry ya But you've got to switch, let Him be your long distance carrier No switching fee and you'll get more than just some minutes free Cause when it's Jesus your minutes merge into infinity (One-two) No gats, no blunts, no brew (One-Two) To my adults and my youth (One-two) The ax is at the root (One-two) It's time to bear fruit one two (One-two) No gats, no blunts, no brew (One-Two) To my adults and my youth (One-two) The ax is at the root (One-two) It's time to bear fruit one two This rap is just another effort to attract this World that's into internets and faxes The fact is, it's gonna burn to ashes like matches But at last kids you've got the Good News, now pa** it Be graphic, cause the ma**es cut cla**es so they ain't heard it But watch the way you word it, you don't want to change the verdict d**h, we borrow the breath plus the chest Man used legs to step, man knew God then left Him Steady theivin', leaving God for no reason We've been booted out of Eden, what a fall like the autumn season Instead of God we look to stars and science Separated from the Power like an unplugged appliance Dig this, another Savior? Check the Script It's a myth, it's like a pig's fist, it don't exist If you find a witness do forget this The devil's the blinding business The counterfeit shining business (One-two) No gats, no blunts, no brew (One-Two) To my adults and my youth (One-two) The ax is at the root (One-two) It's time to bear fruit one two (One-two) No gats, no blunts, no brew (One-Two) To my adults and my youth (One-two) The ax is at the root (One-two) It's time to bear fruit one two Understand sin sick man, you need a doctor My "knocka," better call on Christ, only He gotcha We all need a substitutionary Bleeder Cause sin draws the blood from men like mosquito Bow your knee to the Great Hope, Jesus the scapegoat Not hard to find like bad school kids with fake notes Some reject Christ cause it's popular, unaware his d**h is stoppin' the Wrath of holy God from droppin' ya Hope the Good News starts rockin' ya Before the last tick tock from the biological clock in ya Ahh, it's finite man acting autonomous You say you want to trust? Then believe cause it's synonymous Admit it, he died for sins that you committed You did it, but if you trust Christ then He'll forget it He's with it, consisdered the price and still He fitted His deity inside humanity just for the visit When the issue of paying for sins comes up even Giants jet In the Garden they say, "Knicks that", in Shea they say, "We ain't met" A blood sport with such a display of sk**z Cause even in Buffalo they know they can't pay the bills