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Albums:

Sell, Sell, Sell (David Gray) · Sell, Sell, Sell (David Gray) · Petra Haden Sings: The Who Sell Out (Petra Haden) · Who Sell Out [LP] (The Who) · The Who Sell Out (The Who) · Who Sell Out [Deluxe Edition] (The Who) · A Quick One (Happy Jack)/The Who Sell Out (The Who) · The Who Sell Out (The Who) · No Sell Out (Gunshot) · The Who Sell Out (The Who) – and 90 other albums »


rummaged were found guilty by the police
So won't you sell them the key?
What's your asking price tonight?
Locked in, locked out
Credit, debit, private
to your neck
Bust shots and watch your tonsils hit the deck
Lettin you know where I stand
Original ( ? ) gun bad bwoy like Ninjaman
Back-talk I don't stand
their lives
And if it's cruel, in love and war there are no rules

Children of the revolution coming out to play
Someone sells a gun and someone blows
Put your guns out on the table
Throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen
Put your guns out on the table, throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen
KRS and Melodie live together with D-Nice and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney
BDP!
Yes!

I got a hundred guns two hundred
by greed and lust?
Just the strong doing what they can
And the weak suffering what they must?
Oh, and the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells
feel it out in traffic;
Everyone hates everyone!
And the gas leaks
And the oil spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills 
Sex kills 

All
best when you got the guns turned a hundred
Eighty degrees
And finding out if it adds all up right
We go through all the same lines or sell out
fifty three
Looking for me, a one-way ticket out
Don't understand, what's so hard to figure out?

They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck
gon' be nothin to him but a ugly-ass chimp)

(Blackman)
(Don't sell out)

[ VERSE 1: Hardhead ]
Put yourself in the shoes of my color
In a position
feel it out in traffic
Everyone hates everyone!

And the gas leaks
And the oirl spills
And sex sells everything
And sex kills
Sex kills

All
They sell posters of girls washing cars and unicorns and stars
Guns and roses album covers 
They've got most of the barney dvds coffee mugs and tee's
And now a word from out local sponsor

Gun possession is a hazardous 
War affecting children in their homes and schools
Eight children a day die
And now a word from out local sponsor

[Beth Melillo Speaks]
Gun possession is a hazardous war affecting children in their homes and schools
Eight
of boats and people, (guns.)
And surrounded by cars. This opening is just the beginning....
Of something people will want a Sunday drive through, for
[Jadakiss]
Yo!
Yo, yo, yo, yo, hey, yo
Never will it stop
Hang guns with double digit shots
I move work on other niggas blocks
Leave out
Charlie's out of prison

In Detroit, they make guns
Lot's a cars, lot's a criminals
You get big, you get hard
But you don't get too successful

Small time
and feathered
You could hear the six guns sound
As they chased us out of town

The stuff we sell is just the best
Passing all consumer test
Days of heaven
They wanna sell it out, buy it up
And dumb it down
A good god is hard to find
I'll join the crowd that wants to see me dead
Right now I feel I
would rather burn in hell
Than to give my soul to sell

The pressure builds
I’m only hanging by a thread
It’s like I’ve got a gun to my head

I’m
some more 
By the way, is there any you can sell us? 

Time out, save the play 
Trying to make the lie last 
Any old way we can 
Signed out all
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
between the lines out the heaven
Expectable youth divine intervention teachin' y'all a lesson of violence
Doctor Death injectin a virus apocalypse
I'm
Mild apprehension
Blank dreams of the coming fun
Distort the odds of a turnaround
Gut screams out next to none
So turn it on
Tune it in