30th GMA Dove Awards - Rap/Hip Hop/Dance Recorded Song of The Year

Rap/Hip Hop/Dance Recorded Song of The Year

"After the Rain"; Welcome to the New Era; K·II·S; Donald Newman; Metro One

"Everything I Need"; Heatseeker; The World Wide Message Tribe; Dante, Pennells, Porter; Warner Resound

"God Is In Control"; Godzhouse.com - The Compilation; DelaRay; Dell Ray; CMN Records

"Hide"; The Echoing Green; The Echoing Green; j xhan; 5 Minute Walk, Sarabellum

"Plagiarism"; Factors of the Seven; Grits; T.Carter, S.Jones, T. Collins, R. Robbins; Gotee Records

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