B.O.T.D. Sell My Soul

SELL MY SOUL CodiakTHCreatoR 130 BPM — 2:57 [INTRO — 4 BARS] They asked me for a price, I said, “Price for what?” You can name what I possess, but you can't name what I'm not. You can purchase what I make, put a payment on the plot, But you can't purchase the presence that was here before the thought. --- [HOOK — 8 BARS] Sell my soul? Hell no — you can sell what I create. You can purchase every product, put a number on the page. You can calculate the profit, you can quantify the rate, But the source behind the signal ain't a figure you can name. Sell my soul? Hell no — ain't a bargain to be made. You can license what I give you, you can lease what I create. You can own the distribution, you can monetize the play, But the consciousness behind it? That's the one you can't obtain. --- [VERSE 1 — 16 BARS] They gave me a name, gave me rules, gave me roles, Gave me maps, gave me facts, gave me stories to hold. Gave me boxes for my thoughts, gave me labels for my soul, But they never gave a definition for the thing they called “whole.” So I studied every thought as the thought began to form, Watched another thought appear, watched another one transform. If I'm watching what I'm thinking, then the thought ain't what I am, If I'm watching this body move, then the body's just the land. That's a crack in the logic, that's a glitch in the frame, That's the moment you discover you ain't equal to your name. You can alter your appearance, rearrange your whole terrain, But the witness watching everything is watching through the change. So don't tell me I'm a product, I'm a person with a pulse, Don't confuse the fucking vessel with the reason for the result. You can purchase every record, every service, every bolt, But if you're looking for my soul, you better find the one who wrote. --- [HOOK — 8 BARS] Sell my soul? Hell no — you can sell what I create. You can purchase every product, put a number on the page. You can calculate the profit, you can quantify the rate, But the source behind the signal ain't a figure you can name. Sell my soul? Hell no — ain't a bargain to be made. You can license what I give you, you can lease what I create. You can own the distribution, you can monetize the play, But the consciousness behind it? That's the one you can't obtain. --- [VERSE 2 — 20 BARS] Package my existence, put a price on the product, Try to purchase my position, I'ma question the subject. You can monetize the motion, you can market the function, But you can't monetize the mind that invented the structure. I ain't anti-money, I'm anti-being owned, There's a difference between a paycheck and surrendering your soul. If the contract buys the labor, that's a business, that's the code, But if the contract buys the person—send the contract back home. You can buy the distribution, you can buy advertisement, Buy a million artificial eyes and manufacture excitement. You can package up the image, manufacture an alignment, But you can't manufacture truth and call the counterfeit enlightened. I'm the question underneath every answer they provide, I'm the pattern underneath every symbol they describe. I'm the hand behind the hand behind the hand that draws the line, I'm the thought behind the thought that made the thought become a sign. So keep your polished palace, keep your perfectly designed throne, If I gotta lose myself to win it, I would rather build alone. I don't need a manufactured version of myself to make it known, If the price of being famous is becoming what I don't— Then I don't want the fame. I want my fucking soul. --- [BRIDGE — 8 BARS / BEAT STRIPPED] You can buy the clock — you can't purchase time. You can buy the page — you can't purchase mind. You can buy the beat — you can't purchase rhyme. You can buy the body — you can't purchase what's inside. You can buy the name — you can't purchase meaning. You can buy the image — you can't purchase seeing. You can buy the moment — you can't purchase being. You can buy the product — you can't purchase the reason. --- [VERSE 3 — 16 BARS / INCREASED INTENSITY] So put the number on the body, put the number on the song, Put the number on the building, put the number on the throne. Put a price upon the moment, put a market on the tone, But don't mistake the fucking merchandise for the mind that made it known. I put thought into rhythm, put the rhythm into speech, Put the speech into a record, put the record in the streets. Put the streets into a message, let the message travel deep, Now the body might be temporary—but the thought can fucking breathe. That's the closest thing to forever I could ever need, Not a statue, not a status, not a number on a screen. Just a line that hits somebody when they're standing on defeat, And they carry that shit forward like a frequency released. So sell the fucking image, sell the clothing, sell the streams, Sell the records, sell the brand, sell whatever makes the machine. You can monetize the moment, you can monetize the scene, But the soul ain't inventory—it's the reason that I breathe. --- [FINAL HOOK — 8 BARS / FULL ENERGY] SELL MY SOUL? HELL NO — YOU CAN SELL WHAT I CREATE! You can purchase every product, put a number on the page. You can calculate the profit, you can quantify the rate, BUT THE SOURCE BEHIND THE SIGNAL AIN'T A FIGURE YOU CAN NAME! SELL MY SOUL? HELL NO — AIN'T A BARGAIN TO BE MADE! You can license what I give you, you can lease what I create. You can own the distribution, you can monetize the play, BUT THE CONSCIOUSNESS BEHIND IT? THAT'S THE ONE YOU CAN'T OBTAIN! --- [OUTRO — 4 BARS / SPOKEN] You can own the record. You can own the contract. You can own the fucking microphone. But you don't own the voice. That's mine.