Check it Out, Yo! (The Ambassador – Gimme Dat!)

2009 February 16
by Jim B.

Gimme dat fire (fire)
Gimme dat flame (flame)
Gimme dat (gimme dat)
Gimme dat (gimme dat)
Gimme dat (gimme dat)
Absolutely you can gimme dat
If it’s mine (gimme dat)
It’s good for me (gimme dat)
I want it all

Give me that Bible
Give me that mic
I’ll drop Jesus-centered weight so we can make a disciple
Can’t surpass Christ there’s no takin’ His title
A passion for Christ will have you prayin’ for revival
Give me my city – yeah give me that – let’s fish!
Gospel of peace – yeah, you can give me that – fresh kicks
Give me that rest with your blessin’ – Lord I’m desperate
You gave me your life so I look forward to my exit
I used to be a punk-kid, used to wanna run wit
Dudes who wanna hunt to turn our ones into hundreds
Used to want a blunt, to be blunt I wanted trees
Just to alter my mind, but now I find I’m wantin’ Jesus
Used to wanna roll mad deep with the street clique
Wanna hold the heat on the low like a secret
God’s Spirit penetrated my soul on a sneak-tip
Took control, now I’m in his fold like a leaflet

(CHORUS)
Gimme dat fire, Gimme dat flame
Gimme dat fresh wind, Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom, You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

Gimme dat fire, flame
Gimme dat fresh wind, Gimme dat rain
Gimme dat freedom, You can have the chains
Gimme dat God who can gimme all things

I know you got riches, I know you got ice
Your life is a big party, you’re partyin’ all night
You don’t mind not knowin’ Christ… in your mind “That’s alright”
You might not get this now, but you’re kind of a Saul type
You keep with the trends – “cool” is your middle name
On your pants you gotta chain, that droops like Lil’ Wayne’s
You’re tattooed, in a Benz or maybe you’re in a Range
Ladies, you drive them crazy, nothing’s crazier than your frame
This is a shame, but it’s the age and I’m game to be an agent of change, in an age that’s like a page in a flame
Just smoke, just mirrors, just vapor, it’s plain
To see a Holy God’s not one of your favorite things
I was just like you, but God moved on a fellow
Gave me good news that I could use on the ghetto
Maybe it’s you who wants to u-turn, to settle
Your debt if you do, I’ll tell you it’s been settled!

(CHORUS)

So you got platinum? We got a Lord
If we want we could ask Him, but He’s our reward
Gotta be perfect – it can’t be three out of four
If you’re sick of falling short, then He’s got a cure
Give me that cure, that door, that Hero
Give me that grace to never chase the dinero
How much glory should you give your boy? Zero
That would cause beef with the Lamb like a gyro
Give me that day we choose you over shinin’, truth over rhymin’, virtue over diamonds
Give me some change – sometimes I do need the dough
And give me some pain – something I do need to grow
Give me what I won’t ask for
Don’t give me what I seek – when I creep, I’m a sheep, give me your pasture
Give me life just like you intended
And sight to see you raised like the day you ascended

(CHORUS)

Yeah, this is just to let cats know
Don’t focus on what you can’t have
Get all you can have
We call that freedom
That’s the joy of God, and his poeple, in his world, on his terms

3 Responses leave one →
  1. 2009 April 19
    John Barker permalink

    Hi Jim, It’s been a while since I stopped by. I love the imagery in this video of the garbage can and the feast. The lyrics are bangin too.
    Wow, your son is geting big. great pic.

  2. 2009 April 25
    marty permalink

    i think line 12 of the lyrics should be “i’ll drop Jesus any way so we can make a disciple”

  3. 2009 April 26

    Not according to the CD insert.

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