Ceschi - SELL OUT lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Mictlan] I won't follow trends and models Hollow heads or bottled feelings I don't envy friends with ends And probably never will stop rapping I can't see myself in mirrors I can call it like you see it I just keep my eyes on prizes Sizing up my plate and eating I can move a crowd, no problem I can sell a thousand albums I can do that in my sleep while you're sleeping I'm on tour I don't have to holler, I can Hold a conversation I start trippin' about my daughter Everytime I get wasted I ain't got it like you got it My pockets are full of holes Wallet is growing thinner Dollars won't even hold I don't get it in, I push it harder Got it in, and push the dagger Yin and yang, wang on 'em like "dang" And I've been wronger than a motherf**er Been strong as a motherf**er Soon as I fall down, get up And wipe the blood off this ugly little mug of mine It ain't pretty, but goddamn I've been faced with a time and place I ain't about to bop the diddy Uh-uh [Hook: Mike Mictlan & Ceschi] Yo, what the hell is a sell-out? What the sh**? I'm trying to sell out a show in your town And get the f** out, oh yeah And what I am is all about Being true to myself Saying what I wanna say Beyond the bullsh** of doubt Yo, what the hell is a sell-out? No one gave me a thing And spend a minute on the road Better k** me to quit With the venom in my mouth What it is, it's something Like a big bad wolf Coming for you pigs [Verse 2: Ceschi] Cause I don't do this job at a desk With regular hours ' I'm still demanding your respect Only wear a suit and tie to weddings or funerals Still working harder than the dudes that push this f**ing music, though I don't even need a six-figure paycheck Just give us a minute and listen to me and my friends Seen crack cookies cooking since I was fourteen Seen the f**ing money and s**ual fantasies Could've bought a couple of houses with that green Don't mean I gotta talk about it every time I sing Temporary thrills that America cherishes don't mean sh** to us So they try to make us uncool or label us cultural terrorists There it is So hang us like heretics since you're scared of us tearing the system Down to its barren bits ' Bury us But these words live long without the dirt Not gonna stop even though my bones hurt [Verse 3: Mike Mictlan & Ceschi] Non-stop ' Non-pop Anti-boss ' Self-taught And I won't stop 'til the ball drops What about hard knock ' Body rock Nothing can tame me ' This world can barely contain me, and baby You'd better work it out Rap is a Terrordome One man in, put 'em up, one man out Bust a deal and face the wheel Get 'em up, hand to mouth And I watch the strongest lose While I watch the weakest win Gotta motherf**er paying dues While I peep 'em, sneak 'em in What am I supposed to do? Should I sell myself to the highest bidder? Never hidin', I'm strivin' to defy [?] Grindin' is simple Better watch the birdie, fool Bet I break a minute, clockin' But I bring the sweat and flashin' What it is, what the f** you lackin' Pa**ion, pa**ion mashin' On any and everything With a smashup, these fascits It'll be all action to relaxin' when I'm rappin' Yeah, with a head full of heart, get 'em And a mouth full of brains, gotcha What I gotta give Gonna be an incredible thing If I don't fight ' Put 'em in the ring [Hook: Mike Mictlan & Ceschi] Yo, what the hell is a sell-out? What the sh**? I'm trying to sell out a show in your town And get the f** out, oh yeah And what I am is all about Being true to myself Saying what I wanna say Beyond the bullsh** of doubt Yo, what the hell is a sell-out? No one gave me a thing And spend a minute on the road Better k** me to quit With the venom in my mouth What it is, it's something Like a big bad wolf Coming for you pigs