O.C. Lyrics

Album: Word...Life

Creative Control

Ahhhhhhhhhh yeah c'mon now! (3X) 

(repeats in background 2X 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 4X* 

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