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