[Hook: Gentleman] [x2]
Judgement da(y) come like rain
Tired a dem duty bag a tricks, come fi clean out da brain
The rebel troops once again
Revolutionary mood ready fi mash up di chain
[Part 1: Sékou]
Before I blow this verse, let's explain the name first
Ambassador, cause fame ain't a game no more
I'll be the senior representative who came from abroad
My wanderlust inherited from Mannheim to Stuttgart
State of the arts, southern parts to the top of the charts
We set it off, strike target, headed straight for your heart
Mark my words we got soldiers marching in herds
Who saw the murder, my condolence to the martyr James Bird Jr.,
On towards Adis-Abbeba to the Badme border area
Black on black wars from Etheopia to Eretrea
Quote the next elect who swore that he cared
But all he did was sweat the riches strip the source till it's bare
That's when the forces interfere and let you know that it's wrong
We compare to bitch niggas like pros and cons
Like gold and bronze we could bond or get it on
I'd rather spit some images and then shit on your song
We drop bombs like the squad of Muammer al'Ghaddafi
Touch your life like it's flight 103 over Lockerbie
We hijack, grab the mic back, said it before
I'm going to keep representing like it's 1994
Judgement da(y) come like rain
Tired a dem duty bag a tricks, come fi clean out da brain
The rebel troops once again
Revolutionary mood ready fi mash up di chain
[Part 1: Sékou]
Before I blow this verse, let's explain the name first
Ambassador, cause fame ain't a game no more
I'll be the senior representative who came from abroad
My wanderlust inherited from Mannheim to Stuttgart
State of the arts, southern parts to the top of the charts
We set it off, strike target, headed straight for your heart
Mark my words we got soldiers marching in herds
Who saw the murder, my condolence to the martyr James Bird Jr.,
On towards Adis-Abbeba to the Badme border area
Black on black wars from Etheopia to Eretrea
Quote the next elect who swore that he cared
But all he did was sweat the riches strip the source till it's bare
That's when the forces interfere and let you know that it's wrong
We compare to bitch niggas like pros and cons
Like gold and bronze we could bond or get it on
I'd rather spit some images and then shit on your song
We drop bombs like the squad of Muammer al'Ghaddafi
Touch your life like it's flight 103 over Lockerbie
We hijack, grab the mic back, said it before
I'm going to keep representing like it's 1994
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