Lyrics Control of the Press - California Ghost King

Yah, we want control of the press, control of the press Yah

Free Press, full-court press
Since kicking Cortez I was never wearing a dress
Press play, press rewind as we rise
They Paul McCartney players, all their press is in decline
Control of the press, control of the press (Press)
Control of the press, control of the press (Press)
Control of the press, control of the press
Cause true G's will, never ever ever wear a dress Yah

I seen your favorite Mc on TMZ
Posing like a G but he truly Princess and the pea
Or maybe a trap queen
Saying he did it for the money and big streams, but I am supreme
We all need that cream, but the press rules everything around me
Making dumb rap Niggas act like they Bourgeoisie
So from the underground; I make the industry re
Design, California Ghost King re-turned in time
It's a mess of now boy meets world in a dress
And magazines beseech the masses to receive this as if it's success
They hit us with the bull; like a full-court press
To make a phonographic record from a matrix
As if their sound feces is a classic mosaic
Of art, though it's truly piss poor basic
They're nothing but waste men is all I'm saying

Free Press, full-court press
Since kicking Cortez I was never wearing a dress
Press play, press rewind as we rise
They Paul McCartney players, all their press is in decline
Control of the press, control of the press (Press)
Control of the press, control of the press (Press)
Control of the press, control of the press
Cause true G's will, never ever ever wear a dress Yah

Slamming homographs deep down the throat of the public
Letting their boys be their boys dun-dun-nuh
Not "Onyx", in pressing week Negas to wear their families crest
While their own bloodline remains oppressed
Those associated keep the good news suppressed
Trying to stir up a blind state of unrest
They're so deceitful
Hitting fetal people with the hypodermic needle
So I bust the magic bullet
Because most of they're streams be crooked
I caught him walking through the underground with the Crown so I took it
Wasn't with a mob nor deep but they was sh-sh-sh-sh shook kid
Like they had some sugar in their tank hid
The truth is I'm the golden myth whom from all these wack niggahs bit
If not listening to my Avantgarde hits
They lifted the spit and stole it through the Spirit
But they got Agenda setting media effects and industry images
Yah

Free Press, full-court press
Since kicking Cortez I was never wearing a dress
Press play, press rewind as we rise
They Paul McCartney players, all their press is in decline
Control of the press, control of the press (Press)
Control of the press, control of the press (Press)
Control of the press, control of the press
Cause true G's will, never ever ever wear a dress Yah

I ain't wearing No dress man