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AMERICAN IDOLZ
Hulvey & DC3
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Holy Spirit, speak through me
Dear hip-hop, here we go again
Cut so many singin' records, forgot I owned a pen
You took the form of an idol, snatchin' needs from my friends
You wanted to be a millionaire, why didn't you phone a friend?
Feel like they own this, man
I was fearful at first, I pulled my shoulders in
Rachel told me, "Let it shine so they know it's Him"
This little light of mine too trim, it ain't growin' dim
Faith was fifty, now I'm fifty, switch the tone of my brim
Real life, weak bones like cones, so I live again
Told Cleveland that He comin' home, this time, what he was finished with
Used to rock them white elites with the stripes and black finishin'
Had courtside dreams, but the kingdom had better benefits
Learnin' under my Rabbi, goin' over the penmanship
Angel-guarded premises, brand new garden, He buildin' with
Preparation is imminent, temple fees ain't just ten percent
It's the heart that He dealin' with, hip-hop can resurrect
But do he wanna live again?
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Movin' Baals in the fire
Been employed by the soul division
At the graveyard nightly, no time to sow division
So close to finish, Lord, don't tell me that I sold the vision
I'm a well-known Christian, but do I know the Risen?
When we face-to-face that day, we gon' face that question
Some gon' plead their case that they were things He ain't impressed with
All my record sales, all my charted hits
Did my investments fail, or did I make Him rich?
Young rulers don't mean good stewards
When you do it for the least, then you did it for Yeshua
Don't fall for the beast's sweet lures
'Cause they taste like honey, but they settle like manure
The top recruiter on search for the hearts of the truest
Not pickin' shooters, He pickin' students with hearts to do this
Eternity could never fit the bloodline in your rulers
Stop milkin' Christians like cattle, we don't do this for moolah
Perceive the preacher speak real, but fake as a disciple
Flesh interfere temporary paper instead of his Bible
I see couple Christians playin' victim within our ocean
Difference is Judas was paid, while we do it for free, no mind
Media comparin' kids that only care I can't breathe, am I dying for clout?
God ain't given them a next end blessing
And put it into a weapon, my pride is apparent
Artists not drop for the profit, different in the honest
The end is the time of the sound
Trappers would only be healing for David times, I hear
But what we got for now? Trust
Oh, Lord, forgive me, I was too comfortable in that deep end
Keyboard in the shallow, see for feature, could've lost the title
Twice escaped that ocean, now He a marine, the demons vital
Night talk could've occurred again, prayed I'm a free disciple
Many weapons have spiraled down here, the pace of Simon Cowell
Is needed for pressure to naysay these actors here for viral
Moments based on glory and fake motion to be ahead of rivals
Me and Hulvey X-ing out that factor, praise to Yah
Not American idols
It's three, GTT
Yeah
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