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The Sell Out - Example
He was lying here thinking kinda restricted

Searching for a subject something gripped him
Tipped him over the scale he prevailed

Singing with a gimmick can he get outta jail
But he weren't behind bars he was playing monopoly

Instead of sitting there writing music properly

Slopperly sitting there chewing his pencil a lack of stimulus
Was driving him mental
His ideas were thin creativity slim he needed a meal
Like a bird down the gym
Food is for thought he thought for a min a light bulb flashed
She shot up with a grin
An epithany right there change the rules quick

Why not write a track that's commercial bullshit

Why not write a track for the mainstreams lame tings
Stuck in a day dream

With my lyrical tool kit
I've written this bullshit

Sticking to the rules of commercial music

I won't confuse it with urban music
Coz I'm never gonna get that far

With my lyrical tool kit
I've written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
Coz I'm never gonna get that far

All American rappers are cool coz they all got more money than you

It's true you ain't gonna match 'em whatever you do
Oi why the funny face to my crazy antics
It's a nice change to the pop romantics

Something fresh to the new school raps

And bling bling trans Atlantic

Copying the yanks we should never of started
And now we gonna sing about the broken heart
And the dearly departed and the weapons they've happened
They think we really care about the places they've partied
Who can be the best cat licking their arsehole
They all start a party with the game of pass the parcel
The parcels moving if ones to lose it
They're be another arsehole there to abuse it
Born in London I suppose I'm urban
I find all the trappings in the scene disturbing
I don't want a life with cars and big tits
Coz I'm happy with a cuppa and some biscuits
With my lyrical tool kit
I've written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
Coz I'm never gonna get that far

With my lyrical tool kit
I've written this bullshit

Sticking to the rules of commercial music

I won't confuse it with urban music
Coz I'm never gonna get that far

All American rappers are cool coz they all got more money than you

It's true and no one can hide from the truth
So there's a rap academic the best to the end of retirement

I'm shaken by this madness epidemic asylum
Tries to align something to the nine
That's the best end to requirements
A stable childhood a passion for poetry

Listen to the crap the industries throw at me
Tried to be intelligent but nobody stirred

Commerically viable
Never been heard
London crew where my geezers at
Wheres my birds with Bacardi Breezers at
Okay that's my cheap shot at materialism

But I ain't even been to prison
It won't work
A year from now you'll be stealing it

But just right now you ain't feeling it

I hear the boo's and the hiss
It's all musical abyss
It's all hit and miss bruv trust me

With my lyrical tool kit
I've written this bullshit

Sticking to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
Coz I'm never gonna get that far

With my lyrical tool kit
I've written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music

I won't confuse it with urban music
Coz I'm never gonna get that far

If you wanna come to my hotel

You can't coz I live with my parents

That's how we get down

This is example

This the rush on the beats there

Just a cheap shot at commercial bullshit

This ain't urban music
If you are doing that you know what I mean
We're never gonna get that far