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[Intro:]
They say The fool thinks himself to be wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
I say that, to say this.
You may take my life,
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my life,
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
[Verse 1:]
They canât use my music to advertise for Coca Cola
They canât use my music to advertise for Motorola
They canât use my music to advertise for anything
The truth, I guess thatâs the reason the industry wonât let me in
Refuse to be a product or brand, Iâm human
Refuse to contribute to the gangster Illusion
Whether Iâm number One, Number two, or Number Three
Iâm unique and there will never be another me
And there never be another you
Be proud of who you are, donât copy what the others do
They are not superior, you are not inferior
When we realize that is gonna be hysteria
Not commercial, always controversial what my pen has written
When they listen many have risen from the mental prison
Thatâs why you never see my face upon the television
But every time I try to sleep I hear the devil singing
You may take my life,
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my life,
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
[Verse 2:]
They canât use my music to advertise a watch or your car
They canât use my music to advertise a drink you got at the bar
They canât use my music to advertise for anything
The truth, I guess thatâs the reason the industry wonât let me in
My Integrity is the reason Iâm thinking separately
Keep your three-sixty I can do this independently
Itâs likely Iâm quite mad (why?)
Cause I say with ease slavery gave the streets Nikeyâs and Ipads
They donât like my rhymes, see my style is like Electra
But Iâd rather die, than smile with my oppressor
Iâm an honorable student, with the facts and youâre Judis
Your not Hip Hop or Grime, your just McDonaldâs music
Not commercial, always controversial what my pen has written
When they listen many have risen from the mental prison
Thatâs why you never see my face upon the television
But every time I try to sleep I hear the devil singing
You may take my life,
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my life,
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!
You may take my freedom
But you canât take my soul!
But you canât take my soul!