Esham - Sell Me Yo Soul lyrics
[Esham - Sell Me Yo Soul lyrics]
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul
I was born a slave, and I'm still a slave
Just because I misbehaved
And you mutha fuckas still tryin'
To calm me down
When the priest stole your money
And he skipped town when you went to church
You said your soul was sold in God we trust
You gave the priest your bank roll
You sold your soul to a man talkin' about God
Give him money so he can pay his rent
And that's odd
But he don't stay in the ghetto
But yet you do
So are you fuckin' him, or is he fuckin' you?
Give me your money says the
Man in the white collar praise the lord
As he hollas takin' all the dollas
This ain't blasphemy or sacri-religion
It's just a brotha tellin' you how it is
And I'ma tell this priest
Rippin' off my people as the story is told
Sell me yo' soul
This ain't Hellen Keller so how
Can you hear me
I once saw a priest make a blind woman see
Or was it that the woman was never blind
And he was lyin'
I'm here to tell ya that the
Priest was out his mind
He made a lady get out
Her wheel chair and walk
He'll say abra cabdabra and the
Mute man will talk
Then he'll pass the plate while your
Mind is in a mental state
Changin' up the words in the Bible
So you'll think it's great
Little do you know the
Father's robbin' you blind
Cuz he know you don't know
God is the state of lien'
Your praisin' the priest instead
Of praisin' the Lord
And Sunday is pay day for him
Cuz that's what he's there for
Give me your money
Quarters and dimes and pennies
Whatever you got, he'll take it
Cuz he'll take anything
And you wonder why he drive
A Cadillac in gold
Cuz you're selling your soul
The priest is just jackin' so
How can you bust him?
He don't pay taxes, so how can you trust him?
Look at Tammy and Jimmy Baker
The mother fucker was a fuckin' liar
A fuckin' faker
Takin' your money and stone cold bankin'
Dead bodies stacked up, and stankin'
Just a fucked up way to be
All you mutha fuckas out
Here poisonin' soceity
And you say, thou shall not steal
When you fuckin' go get a new Cadilac Seville
And when you take off that black dress
You got a brand new silk suit
Cleaned and pressed i rest my case, cuz a
Preacher can't tell me shit
He don't see race
And I'ma say this shit coast to coast
You's a goddamn liar if you say
You caught the Holy Ghost
Some have as the story is told
But, if you have, then sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul sell me yo soul
Sell me yo soul
I was born a slave, and I'm still a slave
Just because I misbehaved
And you mutha fuckas still tryin'
To calm me down
When the priest stole your money
And he skipped town when you went to church
You said your soul was sold in God we trust
You gave the priest your bank roll
You sold your soul to a man talkin' about God
Give him money so he can pay his rent
And that's odd
But he don't stay in the ghetto
But yet you do
So are you fuckin' him, or is he fuckin' you?
Give me your money says the
Man in the white collar praise the lord
As he hollas takin' all the dollas
This ain't blasphemy or sacri-religion
It's just a brotha tellin' you how it is
And I'ma tell this priest
Rippin' off my people as the story is told
Sell me yo' soul
This ain't Hellen Keller so how
Can you hear me
I once saw a priest make a blind woman see
Or was it that the woman was never blind
And he was lyin'
I'm here to tell ya that the
Priest was out his mind
He made a lady get out
Her wheel chair and walk
He'll say abra cabdabra and the
Mute man will talk
Then he'll pass the plate while your
Mind is in a mental state
Changin' up the words in the Bible
So you'll think it's great
Little do you know the
Father's robbin' you blind
Cuz he know you don't know
God is the state of lien'
Your praisin' the priest instead
Of praisin' the Lord
And Sunday is pay day for him
Cuz that's what he's there for
Give me your money
Quarters and dimes and pennies
Whatever you got, he'll take it
Cuz he'll take anything
And you wonder why he drive
A Cadillac in gold
Cuz you're selling your soul
The priest is just jackin' so
How can you bust him?
He don't pay taxes, so how can you trust him?
Look at Tammy and Jimmy Baker
The mother fucker was a fuckin' liar
A fuckin' faker
Takin' your money and stone cold bankin'
Dead bodies stacked up, and stankin'
Just a fucked up way to be
All you mutha fuckas out
Here poisonin' soceity
And you say, thou shall not steal
When you fuckin' go get a new Cadilac Seville
And when you take off that black dress
You got a brand new silk suit
Cleaned and pressed i rest my case, cuz a
Preacher can't tell me shit
He don't see race
And I'ma say this shit coast to coast
You's a goddamn liar if you say
You caught the Holy Ghost
Some have as the story is told
But, if you have, then sell me yo soul