The Sell-Out Songtext
von Example

He was lying there thinking, kinda restricted
Searching for a subject something gripped him
Tipped him over the scale, he prevailed
Sing it with a gimmick and you get out of jail
But he weren′t behind bars he was playing monopoly
Instead of sitting down and writing music properly
Sloppily he sat there chewing his pencil
A lack of stimulus it was driving him mental
His ideas were thin, creativity slim
He needed a meal like that bird down the gym
Food is for thought so he thought for a min
A light bulb flashed and he shot up with a grin
An epiphany right there changed the rules quick
Why not write a track that's commercial bullshit
Why not write a track for the mainstream
Same thing, lame ting, stuck in a daydream


With my lyrical toolkit
I′ve written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
'Cos I′m never gonna get that far
With my lyrical toolkit
I′ve written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music
I won't confuse it with urban music
′Cos I'm never gonna get that far
All American rappers are cool
′Cos they all got more money than you
It's true
You ain′t gonna match them whatever you do

Wait, why the funny face to my crazy antics
I'm a nice change to the pop romantics
Something fresh to the new school rap semantics
And bling bling transatlantics
Copying the Yanks they should never have started
Now everybody's singing ′bout the broken hearted
The dearly departed and the weapons they′ve harboured
They think we really care about the places they've partied
Who can be the best cat at licking an arsehole
They all start in the game and pass the parcel
The parcel′s music, if one's to lose it
There′ll be another arsehole there to abuse it
Born in London I suppose I'm urban
I find all the trappings of the scene disturbing
I don′t want a life with cars and big tits
'Cos I'm happy with a cuppa and some biscuits


With my lyrical toolkit
I′ve written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music
I won′t confuse it with urban music
'Cos I′m never gonna get that far
With my lyrical toolkit
I've written this bullshit
Sticking to the rules of commercial music
I won′t confuse it with urban music
'Cos I′m never gonna get that far
All American rappers are cool
'Cos they all got more money than you
It's true
And no one can hide from the truth

So there′s a rap epidemic the best enter retirement
I′m shaken by this madness, epileptic assignment
Confined my mind tries to align
To bring a stop to the benign that's a basic requirement
A stable childhood with a passion for poetry
Listening to the crap that the industry′s throw at me
Tried to be intelligent but nobody stirred
Commercially viable if I wanna be heard
Oi, London crew where my geezers at
Where my birds with Bacardi Breezers at
OK that's my cheap shot on materialism
But I ain′t even been to prison
It won't work
A year from now you′ll be stealing this
But just right now you ain't feeling this
I hear the boos and the hiss from the music abyss
It's all hit and miss bruv trust me

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

If you wanna come to my hotel
You can't 'cos I live with my parents
That′s how we get down
This is Example
Mr Rash on the beats there
Just having a little cheap shot at commercial bullshit
You know what I mean
It ain′t urban music
'Cos if we were doing that you know what I mean
We′re never gonna get that far