歌曲 | I Am Selling Soul |
歌手 | Cee Lo Green |
专辑 | Cee-Lo Green... Is The Soul Machine |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Callaway | |
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 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... |
zuo qu : Callaway | |
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 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 emailing 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 ABC it for a beginner | |
But yes my seasons still change, and it is almost winter | |
And it give it to you at Godspeed, 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 CeeLo 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... |
zuò qǔ : Callaway | |
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 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 emailing 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 ABC it for a beginner | |
But yes my seasons still change, and it is almost winter | |
And it give it to you at Godspeed, 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 CeeLo 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... |