I Am Selling Soul

[Part I]

[Intro]
I am the music (I am)
I've yet to define myself as just, one thing (I am)
Let's just say that

[Verse]
I am the actual and factual supernatural, sight and surrounds
Signification of conversation
T-two or more words rhyming in song form or spoken syncopation
Huh, 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 laser beam, the progression and direction (I am)
Always will be always was, what all comes from and all must return (I am)
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

[Outro]
I am the music

[Part II]

[Verse]
Mm, let's get started, shall we?
'Cause you know it's time gone
Every time these niggas rhyme wrong
So uh, lights, camera, action I'm on
I'll have them standin' in line to get their mind blown
I'm sellin' soul, rappin' and singin' and screamin' and yellin' soul
Manufacturin', marketin', pricin', packagin', and e-mailin' 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 bein' 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 amazin', 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 readin' 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 nine ninety-nine, shit, that's wonderful
And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable
But there's always something rewardin', about every CeeLo Green recording
'Cause even after all your expenses people still aspire affordin'
It's incredible how convincin' I can be with a camera pointed at me
But really sometimes rappin' feel like tappin' to make a cracker happy
But when the DAT play and the beat get bumpin' like adolescent acne
It's kinda sad but it's showtime, my sentiment exactly
So don't get mad, everybody's doin' it
You know you wouldn't mind a commercial with your own tennis shoe in it
Whether you're sellin' a dream, sellin' a scheme, or playin' a role
Like it or not, we're selling soul