Ahhhhhhhhhh yeah, c'mon now! [x3]

[repeats in background x2 to fade]



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 univited

Tell 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

Like Mista Slave Driva some odd years ago and yo

O is not about to be between an imaginary tug-of-war

Feedin me partk 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

ahh yeah's start again for [x4]

Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul, yeah