Letra de AMERICAN IDOLZ - Hulvey

(Feat. DC3)

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 courtide 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?

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 that boot His

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 [?] 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 fact to praise to Yah

Not American idols

It's three, D-C-T

Yeah

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