I Am Selling Soul

I am the music... (I am...) I've yet to define myself as just, one thing. (I am...) Let's just say that I am the actual and factual supernatural... sight and surrounds Signification of conversation Two or more words rhyming in song form or spoken syncupation Heh, the reason the rudery reanimation and realization of life is rhythm I am the heartbeat and the heartache, the here and now I am the purpose, the point... the living proof of a god somewhere The lifeline, lifelike laserbeam, the progression and direction Always will be always was What all comes from and all must return The center of a perfect circle, I am your soul Music of your mind Each feeling causing each function to be in conjunction with the music I am the music... *break* I am the music *beat changes* Let's get started shall we, cause you know it's time gone Every time these niggas rhyme wrong So uhh, lights, camera, action I'm on I'll have them standing in line to get their mind blown I'm selling soul Rapping and singing and screaming and yelling soul Manufacturing, marketing, pricing, packaging, and e-mailing soul With no rehearsal, this one verse'll, coerce you, like a commercial But what I must first do Is make my presentation a bit more personal Everything must go - for a small price you can have the heart of me There is no part of me that can't be calculated into a commodity My musings amount to a milestone a million miles above monotony And it'll make you feel so good, it got to be God, it got to be I paint prophecy, you know airbrush atrocity with philosophy And people ask me am I gon' preach one of these days And I just tell 'em "possibly" If you let me, I'll end up being everything probably And obviously it's like any other job would be so you might as well thank God for me But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner You just can't go and be ordained over dinner Now I can interest an intellectual or A-B-C it for a beginner But yes my seasons still change, and it is almost winter And it give it to you at God-speed, but yet it's gentle And when I rhyme I make reading fundamentals or even black and white My lyric is live and living color, my flow if fluorescent Like scripture highlighted in bright yellow And all this for $9.99, shit that's wonderful And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable But there's always something rewarding, about every Cee-Lo Green recording Cuz even after all your expenses people still aspire affording It's incredible how convincing I can be with a camera pointed at me But really sometimes rapping feel like tapping to make a cracker happy But when the DAT play and the beat get bumping like adolescent acne It's kinda sad but it's showtime, my sentiment exactly So don't get mad, everybody's doing it You know you wouldn't mind a commercial with your own tennis shoe in it Whether you're selling a dream, selling a scheme, or playing a role Like it or not we're selling soul...