Lyrics
Ah yeah, come on now
Ah yeah, come on now
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, hah
Ah yeah, come on now
Ah yeah, come on now
Ah yeah, come on now
Ah yeah, come on now
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, hah
Ah yeah, come on now
Ah yeah, come on now
Ah yeah, come on now