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Al One Y Onlyone - Creative Control Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ethic & Sapient]
I'm so sharp I can stab you with a thought, stash you in some cloth
In a clandestine manner, no camera would'a caught
You're an amateur that's not up to challenge what I brought
My mic hands a result, throwing Luke at Anakin Fah
I'd like to thank God for being picky
Thanks
Cause when he made debaser, he'd emptied out the piggy bank
You little cartoons get harpooned, you are our food
I'm so developed you'd think I live in a dark room
Created through cadence, validate your playlist
Add us all together, then equal sign
An evil mind's dangerous, mine flew the cuckoo's nest
You can't change a perfect rep with a stupid threat
We're producing death, be in the game like revolution X
Don't talk shit you've got tuna breath
Hide the pseudofed, they're producing [...]
It's rudimentary that what I say will make you lose your bet

[Chorus: Al-One]
I've seen it before and I'm seeing it again
They see MCing as a trend, but MC is what I am, if ya'
Seen me before you know it, you see me again
That I bleed through my pen, I showed there's MC you see I live
Pay-check funny, but it makes sand, done it
Cause I may spend money but don't own damn nothing
This is a creative control
Actually we only naturally
Creative control
[Verse 2: Al-One]
I'm not feeling you with that bullshit that you spitting
You need to take these pills and drink a full fifth of whiskey
Business is risky, what's line up without Richie?
The same thing as you without your spinal, come against me
And you can spend G's to rent a Bentley, for the day
To shoot a video, pretending in the end it's just the same
You're just a lame [...] sucker, clean out sack of shit
Who don't know nothing about this motherfucking rapping shit

[Verse 3: OnlyOne]
Just in case I'm running out, I scrape my knuckles
Moving weight, a couple pounds won't strainmy muscle
What you know nothing about, I slang, I hustle
And stay underground like the Shanghai tunnels
I kill y 'all rappers, every day I struggle
To spend more time digging graves with my shovel
My fam got pieces that they bring like puzzles
The [...], y 'all under my rain like puddles

[Chorus: Al-One]
I've seen it before and I'm seeing it again
They see MCing as a trend, but MC is what I am, if ya'
Seen me before you know it, you see me again
That I bleed through my pen, I showed there's MC you see I live
Pay-check funny, but it makes sand, done it
Cause I may spend money but don't own damn nothing
This is a creative control
Actually we only naturally
Creative control
[Verse 4: Gold]
It's breaking the heart, jumpstart hands free on the track
Like look mom, No hands know that, you want no problems with the sand
Gold wraps his arms around the sound, causing bodily harm but chill
This don't need to be alarmed right now
All my peeps have yet to write down, and when they do they're bound
The true you ever spit you out, true to the saying of it
We don't have freedom of choice, but we have freedom of speech
So tell your label is shut it, we're making something out of nothing

[Verse 5: IAME]
I got something on brain that'll fuck up your day
When rappers speak I practically feel nothing but pain
We spend months in the rain and I got nothing to lose
But a body count, the game here's aiming at you
Alright killer does that label fit you?
Fuck a label I kill mics and my weapons the truth
Conceal nothing when I step in a booth
Won't come half ass on the track even if you cut me in two

[Chorus: Al-One]
I've seen it before and I'm seeing it again
They see MCing as a trend, but MC is what I am, if ya'
Seen me before you know it, you see me again
That I bleed through my pen, I showed there's MC you see I live
Pay-check funny, but it makes sand, done it
Cause I may spend money but don't own damn nothing
This is a creative control
Actually we only naturally
Creative control