Ahh, yeah, c'mon now

Ahh, yeah, c'mon now

Ahh, yeah, c'mon now

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 on

Many wanna hold me back 'cause I'm comin' on strong

Subject matters are struck my imagination

Is wonder that's underestimated by

Sons of bitch who have power to sign me, but

Flaunt it, wanted stuff I didn't dig into my findings

So they're uninvited

Telling me, "Do this, do that, do this do that do this

In order to sell this, you gotta pursue this type of program"

I ain't no mascot for no massa

I miss the Slave Drive 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 (c'mon now)

Get your ears ready for creative control

'Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul, yeah