How can I save my soul?
Really sort of hard to live on faith alone
You already know opportunity has gotta knock-knockon the door
And I'm all set to go.
It’s about 5 in the morning, all alone and
Wish that y’all could evensee me in the zone.
Can I be a testament?
If I’m living every day right but the rest I don’t?
Know this, that I lost focus,
Could've been a hip hop soldier fightin for the whole globe;
But oh no; could’ve been kings for so long.
Not since I’ve been a lost prince in Queens I let my soul-glo.
Make a logo; throw a dope show,
we both know who to go to:
Mr Manaloto.
And I could write a solo
I'm all about the written, I'm kidding, I don't know

I want to sell CDs
I want to sell out seats
Be everything that I said I'd be
They tellin the truth
That I can not see
Every word in the booth
Is an L I E
So
Cest las vie
To the hell I leave
And then I breathe in
And then I'm free
How can I sellmy soul?
How can I sell out me?

Get hot on the microphone
Live life like the limelight
Is a type of home
Ain’t nobody want to see me
On their
Desktop or phone
Overload Firefox
And stop the Chrome
We illegally
Down loading
If you’re listening loud
How do you now own me?
Am I your only?
Who really be
mind controlling?
that's in the past
TBT
You cant
Even
delete me
Everybody wanna bop
To the dope drop to the head
DDP
So
I see these greens
For the cd sales
I would never pretend that this fame isnt ill
But I never could sell out my name for the bill
I will live it to kill it
And now I am filled

I want to sell CDs
I want to sell out seats
Be everything that I said I'd be
They tellin the truth
That I can not see
Every word in the booth
Is an L I E
So
Cest las vie
To the hell I leave
And then I breathe in
And then I'm free
How can I sellmy soul?
How can I sell out me?

This is today; that I did miss the way we used to play safe.
We had an illusion that we would not lose it and every day we could stay great.
I considered my words to be nothing, Llke we were just poets with nothing to say.
Maybe You could sit, stay.
I need to spit on this stage.
I anticipated any elevated written hate, my master plan is to eviscerate, so listen, hey.
If you could step into the ring and fling a written eight and spit a bit of fate
Then we can sit and wait until the sky would break in two and make the people levitate;
Unless it be more effortless for us to lessen weight.
The lesson is that we invest in us and learn to hesitate to sell out
And sit down And yes let’s create.

I want to sell CDs
I want to sell out seats
Be everything that I said I'd be
They tellin the truth
That I can not see
Every word in the booth
Is an L I E
So
Cest las vie
To the hell I leave
And then I breathe in
And then I'm free
How can I sellmy soul?
How can I sell out me?