Creative Control

Lyrics

[Chorus] Ah yeah, come on now Ah yeah, come on now Ah yeah, come on now Ah yeah, come on now [Verse] Yo, stop, look, and heed, participate in the reorganizing Of a lyricist, decide the category I fall into. When I'm on the venue, I tend to Serve a delicacy—fella, peep what's on the menu The slept-on phenomenon, the mic be in my palm and arm Many want to hold me back 'cause I'm coming on Strong, subject matters are struck. My imagination Is wonder, I's underestimated by sons of Bitches who had power to sign me but fronted, wanted Stuff I didn't fit into my phonics, so they're uninvited Telling me, "Do this, do that, do this, do that, do this In order to sell this, you got to pursue this type of program" I ain't no mascot for no massa like Mister Slave Driver some-odd years ago, and, yo O is not about to be between an imaginary tug-of-war Feeding me park-style with bread like a pigeon, so I say: Get your ears ready for creative control 'Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul, hah Get your ears ready for creative control 'Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul, yeah [Chorus] Come on now Ah yeah, come on now Ah yeah, come on now Ah yeah, come on now Ah yeah, come on now