The Amba**ador - A-M lyrics

[Hook] It's the AM, reppin' the I A-m Hands in the sky wave 'em, listen as I praise him Hey, hey it's the AM, reppin' the I A-m Hands in the sky wave 'em, listen as I praise him Hey, hey, hey … [Verse 1] I am in the building and I'm feeling like a lion I was caged up like a spice and now I'm pepped up like some cayenne I don't get it twisted, man I know how weak that I am I'm a PM but you see I'm under God and he's a giant Jesus, he's the King, you know that he's above every king He'll be in the supreme like a pizza full of everything Yeah you know it, I could blow it like a hurricane Walkin' clean, only some perfect stuff that's in every vein Grace came like heavy rain and drop, fall Because of that to be frank, I'm back, hot dog I saw what Isaiah saw, drop jaw The Son's bright and his Pops raw His glory's thick, glorious Pierced at three points, Robert Horry-ish Hands, feet, and side; can he survive? You ran Pete inside and said "man, he's alive" [Hook] [Verse 2] Still on the same mission that your man began with Lyrically spraying Jesus on your mental canvas Take it for granted, but he used to be a famine No Christian rapper, I was s**in' up the bandwidth Man I took a sad turn like a planet I'm guilty no matter how you slice it like a sandwich Standard is the standard, it's the standard that you can't switch I understand the standard, but there's something that you can't miss There's a cross for just such emergencies Only for sinners, and I'm just the worst of these For many I appeared mighty fine But I've always been the 1 and I've never been the 99 I'm a Son of Adam, so every atom's depraved So every atom has strayed, every atom has frayed Thanks to the Last Adam, our every atom gets raised So with every last atom, the Last Adam gets praise [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm exaltin' Jesus 'cause to me it's so appropriate The holiest, owing us something special, check the holy writ Checkin' for that Zoeist, life – you should know he's it The life is light and homie there'll be no eclipse Check the flow we spit, check the blogs and tweets Not perfect, but check the life because talk is cheap In fact, let's get up like frogs that leap You wanna peep how Jesus left the tomb emptied out of all but sheets? That's the indicator, he was buried, cuz That's the vindicator, he's who he said he was Not to be hated 'cause Mary's son's Mary's God Now see us at the Son's very God of very God I know it's very odd that Jesus Christ said he's manna More than the best thing since life's bread But with a mic I would like to invite heads To see the Son who shines bright like the light pads [Hook]