Songtexte Creative Control - O.C.

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