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Was digging on a couple of old tape and I come a cross this track, 😏

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Fuccaho

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All Glory to Ice

World Trade

[Intro]

They used Jesus’ name for business.
Brandin’ up they church like a company.
Coffee sales, merch sales — all ministry.
But none of it look like God.
I peeped that early.
Ain’t foolin’ nobody.

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[Verse 1]

They ain’t men of God, they managers.
Whole church run like a brand, not a body.
Logo everywhere, but love?
Yeah… not a hobby.

Talk Scripture with a sales pitch.
Every sermon got a product.
Billboards all through the city,
But you don’t see ‘em helpin’ nobody.

Pastor ain’t servin’ no staff.
Ain’t touchin’ no street.
Only time he outside
Is when the camera need a scene.

Staff breakin’ backs, he vacationin’.
More cars than you can count at the residence.
Two hundred acres sittin’ pretty —
But his people livin’ negligent.

Bathtub laundry for the workers.
He eatin’ like a president.
Tell me where the gospel at?
Cuz this ain’t representin’ it.

They talk city impact —
But they ain’t impact nothin’.
Just ads, videos, logos —
Ain’t nobody out here servin’.

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[Hook]

Vultures.
Feed off hurt, call it church.
Use God’s Name, doin’ dirt.
Say it’s love — I know it’s merch.

Vultures.
Live off tithes, never serve.
Try to kill me with they words,
But I walked out with the Word.

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[Verse 2]

He said we was brothers — he lied.
Had plans to use me the whole time.
My name, my size, my presence —
All tools to boost his shine.

Stepped outta line? Then I’m demon.
Whole crowd turned on me blind.
One week I’m loved by everybody,
Next week I’m enemy number nine.

Jealous heart, jealous mind.
Couldn’t stand nobody gettin’ shine.
Anybody bright in the building?
He cut ‘em off every time.

Called it “church hurt” — stop lyin’.
I wasn’t church hurt — just wise.
I saw the cult in his methods.
I saw the fraud in his eyes.

Money went everywhere but missions.
Paid for luxury trips, not Christians.
Farm animals, cars, vacations —
But the people starved in the system.

Walked away? They flipped positions.
Said I’m wicked, said I’m distant.
But God knew every truth I lived,
And that’s why I’m still uplifted.

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[Hook]

Vultures.
Feed off hurt, call it church.
Use God’s Name, doin’ dirt.
Say it’s love — I know it’s merch.

Vultures.
Live off tithes, never serve.
Try to kill me with they words,
But I walked out with the Word.

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[Verse 3]

Said it’s God’s house — but it’s gated.
All access? Nah, that’s upgraded.
Only VIPs get ministry,
Everybody else get shaded.

Favor only for the favorites.
Staff tired, gettin’ faded.
They pray for strength to survive it,
While pastor stayin’ celebrated.

He preached unity — but divided.
Preached freedom — but we feel indicted.
Any voice with truth got silenced,
Any gift with light got quieted.

Told us “serve God,” but he meant him.
Told us “give more,” while he spent more.
Every dime went to a lifestyle,
Not the lost ones at the front door.

Church full but the hearts weak.
Whole building feel concrete.
Ain’t no Spirit movin’ freely —
Just a brand they try to keep sleek.

But God pulled me out the deep.
Showed me wolves dressed up as priests.
They fed on hopes, they fed on fears —
But they ain’t never feast on me.

I left healed, not deceived.
Left whole, not diseased.
They wanted me broken — but God
Kept every promise I believed.

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[Hook]

Vultures.
Feed off hurt, call it church.
Use God’s Name, doin’ dirt.
Say it’s love — I know it’s merch.

Vultures.
Live off tithes, never serve.
Try to kill me with they words,
But I walked out with the Word.

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[Outro]

Logo worship — that’s they sin.
But God see through all of them.
They took from me, tried buryin’ me,
But I rose up again.

Vultures can’t stop God’s man.
I’m proof of that — amen.

Vulture$

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