The Ambassador

I am in the building and I'm feeling like a lion,

I was cajun like a spice and now I'm peppered like some cayan.

I don't get it twisted, man, I know how weak that I am,

I'm a Vien, but you see I'm into God and He's a giant.

Jesus, He's The King, you know that He's above every king,

A being that's supreme like a pizza full of everything.

Yeah, you know it, I can blow it like a hurricane,

Working clean, only sub-perfect, submissing everything.

Grace came like heavy rain and dropped fall,

because of that, to be frank, I'm back hot-dog.

I saw what Izea saw, drop jaw,

The Son's Bright and His Pop's Raw.

His Glory's thick, glory this,

Pierce the three points, robbin ordeish.

Hands, feet, and side, can he survive,

They ran peops inside and side said, "Man, He's alive!"

Still on the same mission that your man began with,

Lyrically spraying Jesus on your mental canvas.

Take Him for granted, but He used to be a famine,

No Christian rapper now is sucking up the bandwitdh.

Man, I took the sad turn like a planet,

I'm giulty, no matter how you slice it like a sandwitch.

Standard is the standard is the standard that you can't switch,

I understand the standard, but there's something that you can't miss.

Here'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 one and I've never been the 99.

I'm a son of Adam, so every Adam's depraved,

So every Adam is straid, every Adam is free.

Thanks to the last Adamite, every Adam get's raised,

So with every last Adam, the last Adam get's praised.

I exalted Jesus 'cause to me it's so appropriate,

The holiest holiest, somethin' special, check the holy writ.

Checking for that zoleous life you should know He's it,

The life is light and homie there'll be no equipped.

Check the flow He 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 aught to peep how Jesus left the tomb,

Emptied out of all the sheets.

That's the indicator, He was burried 'cause,

That's the vindicator, He's who He said He was.

Not to be heady 'cause Marys son's Marys God,

Now see He sent the Sons very God, a very God.

I know it's very odd that Jesus Christ said He's mana; more than a best thing since sliced bread,

But with a mic. I would like to invite heads, to see The Son who shines bright like the light bends.