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



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Let's get started shall we, cause you know it's time gone

Every time these niggaz 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 whole hearse you

Now 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...