Creative Control - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Ah yeah, come on 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 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

Come on now

Ah yeah, come on now