I Was Told

[Intro: CJay]
Sound the big ting dem....
Cross....
Very miserable...
And I was told to never sell your soul
But you know I know who I am

[Verse 1: CJay]
I'm that nigga you love to speak bout I got a down south street style
But if I freestyle I bring the beast out and knock your teeth out
I'm never involved with whatever you telling yo dawgs and dawg just peace out
And heaven is calling cuz God got me on speed dial
It's all fact, the devils contract is not a free trial
So bottom line if you sign on the dotted line
Your big mistake is being famous but worthless in fact
Sell your soul, you'll never be able to purchase it back
In this rap my lyrical content is God sent
You'll never hear my heart spent cuz my soul don't have a price tag
It's not for sale and I could tell 2Pac is real
When he was spittin' you didn't listen when he told yo ass to rot in hell
Ain't trynna sound too religion when I'm spittin' the truth
I'm in a cypher cuz my mic doesn't fit in a booth
I spit like I'm missing a tooth, I'm uplifting the youth
We're the same, except our only difference is you nigga

[Hook 1: CJay]
And I was told don't sell your soul
(Yuh can't do dat)
Didn't know you'd get exposed
(Yuh can't do dat)
Never forget where you came from
(Yuh can't do dat)
The place where you got your name from (Nooo)
(Yuh can't do dat)
Seh yuh can't do dat
No yuh can't do dat
No yuh can't do dat (Nooo)
Seh yuh can't do dat
No yuh can't do dat
No yuh can't do dat

[Verse 2: CJay]
It's my turn to share what I've learned as far as I'm concerned
We're in Matrix waiting for God to return
He created Earth and man, man created this technology of planet Internet but who isn't into astronomy
Cuz psychologically me and Saturn should be newly weds so I could she the Feds by sending messages through the web
These two worlds share characteristics
No covenant supplement; it's dominated by the government
It's a variety of the secret society who decided to lie to me as far as the eyes could see
What if I were to die using this ink
The only nigga that could make the eye of Lucifer blink
Trynna get somebody in the music
Yeah my progress is improvement
I'm on my Pac shit; Killuminati is the movement
Before I throw up the deuces, stick up your middle fingers and hold em' up, Broward show some love

[Outro]
Real Prophecy you don't put a Trinidadian on di track?
Guyaneses tink they di smartest in the room until di the Trinidadians walk in