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 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 4X*
 Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul, yeah