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Good morning out there to the congregation today
I'd like to address a few issues today, my people out there

First, I'd like to start the whole sermon by saying
Evil is good, can I get a Amen?
RNF is definitely in here today with me
And one thing I'd like to talk about to ya
See, one thing I particularly hate
Particularly

Is the niggas who make records for bitches
I can't stand, and I don't mean all the bitches
I just mean a certain select few

Of women that we call bitches
It's not all the young ladies out there
Mr. Dr. LR, could you preach it for me one time
And let them know that evil is good
The niggas who make records for bitches is bad
And we do not need it around here
Come on up here one time, my brotha
And give 'em a few words to ponder

See, I been on some shit since '83, now finally I get the chance ta
Make jams for niggas out there from out here to Atlanta
From Do or Die to them crews up in Chi
To those that want Puff
And when it's time to get live, go puff to get high
For all of y'all runnin' with squads that roll ten plus
These lyrics I bust, dead up, many MC's done got me fed up

And you niggas who cater to these hoes like

You spendin' overtime to stack the ends so that
Bitch can tax your dough like

Hell naw, it's the LR, I be preachin' the gospel and
Truthfully these groupies got me hostile
Not in this for the quick cash or to get ass
'Cause that shit's out of order, dig?
I'm in this for the passion, still the ass got niggas caught up
I hate to pull your card but, y'all niggas wanna front, see
But chicks be gamin', just playin', you slush niggas for dummies

Don't get it twisted, push up on a dime, that's peace
But all of you chumps who be sweatin' chicks
Yo, that shit's got to cease, goddamn

Now don't you hate niggas who make records for bitches?
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame

(That boy never lie)
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame
(That boy speakin' truth)

Now don't you hate niggas who make records for bitches?
(It's somethin' else botherin', you know what I'm sayin'?)
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame
(We've got to address, it's the flamboyance)
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame
(It's the fame, the bullshit)

Fed up with all the bullshit they be feedin' ya
Still some of y'all feed into
The same old, lame game, brothers need to maintain
Fuck the fame, make records from the heart, not for that chart shit
If niggas not thinkin' long range, then why bother to start shit?
I, freaks the rhyme to Puff the killer
Meanwhile MC's get blinded by the glitter

Glamour, gold, whatever

Still blowin' the spot, no need to rock for David Letterman
And make commercial ass rap to pay my label's cash back

Fuck that, I won't say that I don't wanna go platinum

But what's plat', if niggas with crates won't play my wax, son?
No doubt I wanna see my CD all sold out
But shit is still love if niggas got the dub
Fed up with all of you wannabe mobsters
Sellin' your souls for Grammys when you shoulda got Oscars
For actin', fuck the dramatics, and all the yappin'

Too much draw, and gats applaud from Willin' Ave to Jackson
That's what's happenin'
You dig me?
Listenin' to hip-hop nowadays is kinda hard, you see
The industry is killin' me
It's cluttered with facades, my shit is old school
With flows for those who wanna act fool

Me and my crew's not in this business just to rock mad jewels
I be the pastor, baptizin' niggas with lyrical incisions
That cut from now until the benediction
So listen, fuck these niggas that's spillin' the same old shame
And yo

To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame

(Woo-hoo-hoo, goddamn)
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame

(I told ya)
(See, you gotta make it from the heart, not for the chart)
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame

(Finish what you start, people listen to me when I tell ya)
To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame

(You heard the man say words, take heed)
Listen, go get what you need (To hell
With the bitches and the so-called fame)
But don't get caught up
Don't get caught up in the nonsensical nonsense
Can I get an Amen?
Can I get an Amen?
God dammit, can I get an Amen?
Yes!