Lyrics:

I am the music (I am)
I've yet to define myself as just one thing (I am)
Let's just say that

I am the actual and factual supernatural
Sight and surround sound
Signification of conversation
Two or more words rhyming in song form or spoken syncopation

Huh, the reason the rudery reanimation
And realization of life is rhythm
I am the heartbeat and the heartache
The here and now

I am the purpose, the point
The living proof of a God somewhere
The lifeline, lifelike laserbeam
The progression and direction

Always will be, always was
What all comes from and all must return
The center of a perfect circle, I am your soul
Music of your mind
Each feeling causing each function to be in conjunction with music
I am the music

I am the music

Let's get started shall we, 'cause you know it's time gone
Every time these niggaz rhyme wrong
So uhh, lights, camera, action, I'm on
I'll have them standing in line to get their mind blown

I'm selling soul
Rapping and singing and screaming and yelling soul
Manufacturing, marketing, pricing, packaging and e-mailing soul
With no rehearsal, this one verse'll whole hearse you
Now a commercial, but what I must first do
Is make my presentation a bit more personal

Everything must go, for a small price you can have the heart of me
There is no part of me that can't be calculated into a commodity
My musings amount to a milestone a million miles above monotony
And it'll make you feel so good, it got to be God, it got to be

I paint prophecy, you know airbrush atrocity with philosophy
And people ask me am I gon' preach one of these days
And I just tell 'em 'possibly'
If you let me, I'll end up being everything probably
And obviously it's like any other job would be
So you might as well thank God for me

But isn't it amazing, how the antenna ain't nothing but a sinner
You just can't go and be ordained over dinner
Now I can interest an intellectual or A-B-C it for a beginner
But yes my seasons still change and it is almost winter

And it give it to you at God-speed, but yet it's gentle
And when I rhyme I make reading fundamentals
Or even black and white
My lyric is live and living color, my flow if fluorescent
Like scripture highlighted in bright yellow

And all this for $9.99, shit that's wonderful
And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable
But there's always something rewarding, about every Cee-Lo Green recording
'Cause even after all your expenses people still aspire affording

It's incredible how convincing I can be with a camera pointed at me
But really sometimes rapping feel like tapping to make a cracker happy
But when the DAT play and the beat get bumping like adolescent acne
It's kinda sad but it's showtime, my sentiment exactly

So don't get mad, everybody's doing it
You know you wouldn't mind a commercial with your own tennis shoe in it
Whether you're selling a dream, selling a scheme, or playing a role
Like it or not, we're selling soul