(Guilty Simpson)

Yea... Uh 1, 2
I open the blinders and let the sun through,
I'm no slouch, secured spot when we rolling out,

Burn through the whole ounce, bear witness,
I frame the rare pictures, I've obtained the clear victor,

Many a night, sip Hendog to get me right,
Praying what i do won't give me life,

Short lived, I used to puff on Newport cigs,
Asian braids, short ribs, the black sheep,

I found a diamond in the trash heap,
And obtained the company that cash keep,

Garner attention, more than an honourable mention,
I'm the kettle called black by the pot in the kitchen,

What a hypocrite,
So i'm reppin' the considerate

Peace to affiliates of mine, I'm on my grind
If you can relate then you earn your plate,

In the game where it's more than your words at stake,
Now sit back and watch your boy be great,

And i will never sellout, unless it's shows,
With fans screaming front row, some hate your soul,

But they front though, that's why i keep me one close
And turn them into ghosts... Uh i'll never sellout.

(Hook)
So get your fist yea and pump it in the air now
Promise yourself that you'll never be a sellout
You'll probably never catch me walking with my head down
Cos i know man i'll never be a sellout
Never would i be, never would i be a... Sellout
Never could i be, never could i be a... Sellout
Never will i be, never will i be a... Sellout
Never be a sellout, nah never be a sellout

(The Inglorious Poet)

Cos i don't care 'bout them flashing cannons, the lights the camera action
I spit like christ with passion, kick facts and this ain't acting,

Ain't bout that bragging, i'm trapping, i'm stacking cash biiiiiig,
The chatting flash whips or brandish with them brands and fashion,

It's madness... Programmed to think that's attractive,
That's what this life's all about, like we have to have it,

Living in a world proliferated with sin,
We intake, reciprocate and start integrating with it,

But I don't play that, so could say that I'm never gunna get in,
Don't demonstrate many sin, won't resonate with the kids,

Man I set it straight, try educate and elevate when I spit,
With some lines i punch mine, a heavyweight with this here,

But ain't playing no contender, won't pretend I want the throne or title,
And I ain't begging for no help, I stand alone like Eiffel,

I can't do bone and idle, ain't no secret like opened file,
Yes I know i'm chosen, but I ain't the golden child,

I'm not the 'one' so don't send Eddie to get me,
I'm aware of murphys law, don't stress just let me,

Learn on the job, a goodfella like Pesci,
Just don't do me wrong like Pistone did Lefty,

Cos I plan to inspire change, takes us to higher plain,
I'll play entire game and lift the souls like a choir came,

Acquired fame, ain't even one of the goals,
Shit gave love to my soul, so still gold if none of 'em sold.

(Hook)
So get your fist yea and pump it in the air now
Promise yourself that you'll never be a sellout
You'll probably never catch me walking with my head down
Cos i know man i'll never be a sellout
Never would i be, never would i be a... Sellout
Never could i be, never could i be a... Sellout
Never will i be, never will i be a... Sellout
Never be a sellout, nah never be a sellout

"Nah.....It's B-Lash on the beat, Guilty Simpson and The Inglorious Poet. Don't ever be afraid to be who you really are man... and don't ever let that currency compromise your character".