Creative Control

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