You charge a large fee?
It don't mean nothin'!
You sold a cd?
It don't mean nothin'!
Your boys get in for free?
It don't mean nothin'!
You won a grammy?
It don't mean nothin'!
You have a staff pass?
It don't mean nothin'!
You signing autographs?
It don't mean nothin'!
You writing phat raps?
It don't mean nothin'!
A soul saved at last:
Now that means somethin'
You record on reel-to-reel
Guaranteed to make a mil
But you're like shaquille
Don't deserve a record deal
And what about you ladies
Who be acting all chill
Girl, you ain't ill
Cuz you look like lauryn hill
You want to keep it real
But you're ms. educated
And when you get booed
I guess you're praya hated
A gangsta for god
Trying hard to be so hard
You're proud of your past
And i find that rather odd
(oh) you can take the fake mc and beat em?
(oh) you can shake the plate for a fee and cheat em?
(oh) you can have church in the middle of your concert
But i bet you go bezerk when you sell a couple shirts
(oh) you're so holy, singin' "glory, halleluh"
You brought your crew too
To cheer for you
To move the crowd
You scream "jesus!" real loud
But you take his name in vain
Cuz you're vain plus you're proud
Just because you're fresh
And the pastor is pointing
Don't mean you're blessed
With an extra annointing
Backstage at shows--
Mostly disappointing
Annoying decoying
Spiritually destroying