Creative Control
O.C. Lyrics
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Ah yeah, C'mon now!
Ah yeah, C'mon 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 on
Many want to 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 uninvited
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 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 (c'mon now)
Get your ears ready for creative control ah yeah's start again for
Get your ears ready for creative control ah yeah's start again for
Get your ears ready for creative control ah yeah's start again for
Get your ears ready for creative control ah yeah's start again for
'Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul, yeah
In O.C.'s song "Creative Control," he speaks to the struggle of maintaining artistic integrity in the music industry. The song starts with a chant of "Ah yeah, c'mon now!" as if rallying the listener and himself to push against the forces trying to control his music. O.C. is vocal about wanting to be recognized as a lyricist with his own unique sound, rather than being put into a preconceived category by those in power in the industry. When he performs, he serves up a "delicacy" that is often slept on, due to those who want to hold him back from rising to the top.
O.C. then goes on to describe how those in power try to control his music, telling him what he needs to do to sell out and essentially lose his artistic soul. He compares this to being fed like a pigeon in the park, completely controlled and devoid of creativity. But O.C. is resolute in his determination to retain "creative control" over his work, and refuses to let anyone else dictate what he creates or how he presents himself to the world.
Line by Line Meaning
Ah yeah, C'mon now!
The start of the song, setting the tone for the message to be delivered
Yo stop look and heed participate in the reorganizing
Listen up and pay attention as I am about to make a bold statement
Of a lyricist decide the category I fall into
I am a skilled and versatile lyricist, do not try to put me in a box
When I'm on the venue I tend to
When I perform live, I have a gift for entertaining the audience
Serve a delicacy fella peep what's on the menu
My lyrics are full of intricate wordplay and deep meaning, pay attention to what I am saying
The slept on phenomenon the mic be in my palm and on
I am a talented and underrated artist who deserves more recognition for my skills on the microphone
Many want to hold me back cause I'm comin' on strong
Some people in the industry are threatened by my talent and success and want to hinder my progress
Subject matters are struck my imagination
The topics I choose to write about come from my own creativity and unique ideas
Is wonder that's underestimated by
People don't fully appreciate the brilliance of my artistic vision
Sons of b***h who have power to sign me but
Record label executives who have the ability to give me a contract are not always acting in my best interests
Flaunt it wanted stuff I didn't dig into my findings
Sometimes the record labels want me to create music that I am not passionate about or interested in making
So they're uninvited
I will not work with people who do not respect my creative process and do not support my artistic vision
Tell me do this, do that, do this do that do this
Record labels try to control every aspect of my career, often giving me directives on how to create and market my music
In order to sell this, you gotta pursue this type of program
The record labels' only concern is profit and they will push me to make music solely for commercial gain
I ain't no mascot for no massa
I will not be used as a pawn for the record labels' financial gain
Like Mista Slave Driva some odd years ago and yo
Referencing historical figures who were forced to submit to the will of their oppressors
O is not about to be between an imaginary tug-of-war
I will not let the record labels pit me against my own artistic intuition
Feedin' me park style with bread like a pigeon
The record labels want to offer me crumbs of success, merely enough to keep me under their control
So I say, get your ears ready for creative control
I am taking back control of my own music and artistry, and will no longer let the record labels call the shots
Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul hah (c'mon now)
I am refusing to compromise my artistic integrity for the sake of financial gain, and will stand up for my own creative control
Get your ears ready for creative control ah yeah's start again for
Reiterating the message of creative freedom and control
'Cause no one's gonna tell me how to sell out my soul, yeah
Ending the song with a powerful statement of artistic independence and refusal to compromise
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