Dear Holy Hip-Hop Feat. Stephen the Levite, Shai Linne

1: R-Swift
 Dear Holy Hip-hop-it�s been a minute since we last crossed paths/
 But I know you�ve been busy in the lab/
 And that�s cool, I know you wanna grind/
 So I took this time to drop you a line �cause lately you�ve been on my mind/
 I reminiscence on the day we first met/
 It�s crazy, at first we became cool-mainly the churches where we chilled at/
 Learnt to spill raps that�s how we got close/
 And went everywhere from the block to the road to rock shows/
 Praying that God propels us/
 Eventually cyphas, secular open mic nights dropping accepellas/
 You and I was a team, not for the Cream/
 Wanting nothing more than the glory of God to be seen/
 But now things ain�t the same, I noticed they�re different/
 There�s some issues I need to approach I hope you�re listening/
 For years I watched you switch from minister to businessman/
 Now all you talk about is different things/
 You used to promote the Lord of Host behind bars/
 Now you just boast about how dope your rhymes are/
 You were so sincere and it�s lethal how/
 Things changed you got an ego now/
 But don�t get it twisted, this ain�t your holy hiphop as a whole/
 But just those who got an ulterior motive/
 Enticed by the fast life and the cheddar/
 So it�s to you that I write this letter�saying.
 Dear Holy Hiphop, I�m just telling you this because I love you/
 So I�m typing this letter thinking of you/
 I hope I�m making it clear/
 You�re my heart but I�m taking it there
 2: Stephen the Levite
 We�ve known each other long enough for me to be real with you/
 The first time that I met you I wasn�t feeling you/
 You wasn�t as attractive, lacking in beauty/
 But you had truth and that was cool, but I still laughed at you/
 Besides I hadn�t met Christ yet/
 I couldn�t appreciate what you said, but your holiness demanded respect/
 So I regret mocking you �cause now I feel like you heard me/
 Changed your steez and became flirty/
 The next time that I saw you I was in awe you/
 So much so I didn�t realize that you had lost your truth/
 But not enough to produce a relationship/
 From then it was hit and miss, but it was clear that you hadn�t changed a bit/
 Then I made the switch from Pagan to Christian/
 Major convictions rearranged the way that I listened/
 The Scriptures made me envision/
 The way that you could be and �Christology� fit the description/
 And since then we�ve been cool but/
 I ain�t gone front-I was bitter about those times you kept your mouth shut/
 And it took me years to forgive you/
 And nowadays with critics attacking make it hard to defend you/
 �Cause when you hang around that certain group of friends/
 I see that same old you that offends/
 And my jealousy won�t let me accept what you�re doing with them/
 You lose your beauty when your truth is hidden.
 3: shai linne
 We got some things we need to talk about/
 I can't believe we're at this point- I really feel like walking out/
 I'm looking at the front door like Main Source/
 Cause often, I don't feel like we're on the same course/
 We don't see eye to eye- you think I'm on some pie-in-the-sky/
 Why should I lie? I thought it was all about dying to "I"/
 And "my" and "me"- try to see why I be despising the/
 Rhymes you be constantly writing me pridefully/
 I thought it was all about making HIM known/
 The risen Christ- highly exalted, who reigns on the throne/
 And how the gospel is God's might to give the blind sight/
 It's not right for you to rock mics and try to steal the spotlight/
 My fear is that you've traded a heartfelt devotion/
 to Christ for recognition through self-promotion/
 Cause folks who knew you before me- they felt the transition/
 You're jealous and can't listen because of selfish ambition/
 You wanna blow up- hold up- slow up: you need to grow up/
 Cause if Christ would show up at some of your parties, He'd wanna throw up/
 You wanna reach out, but whatcha reachin' em through/
 Are you leading them to Christ, or are you leading them to you/
 On my list of griefs, I had many more scars/
 But R-Swift only gave me twenty-four bars/
 So, I guess I'll sign off gracefully/
 Yours Truly, the lower case emcee.