Tame the Control Freak

Splitface, whaaaaat's happening? Yeah, I noticed you've been having a difficult time with my creative process I thought you knew that I knew that you knew that working together Meant I do whatever I want to your beats. You didn't get the memo? Got freedom of speech? Let the Soul speak So if you want me on beats, I don't lease What I write, comes from God thru my domepiece I cleanse lechers and tame the control freak Splitface just hates when I change shit Sure they're his beats, but I want some credit for the Arrangement, when I'm right, I can taste it There's no reason to bother saying Nathan Sounded flagrant, and not what he's used to The name's Blonde, James Blonde, dude I won't go Rambo and cut your face, but I Will take your beat and uh, cut-and-paste He clutched his chest, when I tossed the dart Bulls-eye, yeah if by that you mean heart attack He stepped back to regain his composure I asked if he needed some closure He seemed stunned when reality struck, like he Didn't get his visit from the Salary truck Just like you trick your sweets from other songs dude I will too, with your beats, do what I want to do It's me, Toth, I'm nice with the gills, and my Bubbles toast better when they're chilled Double O heaven doesn't fight with the willfull I got a license to build MO His ethics wouldn't let him accept it, like Those who only use drums they went and dug up from a Record, to each his own, but this is cold school We've not been known to follow those old rules So when I bring those pearl handled words, and Want to show them off, I'm gonna go and chop I'm an emcee first, word to the beat boss But my words don trumps, spoken like beatniks Bet'cha gone be a drop, he said not if I can Help it. This is my beat, your welcome, but Keep your dirty paws off my property, if you can't Possibly work with what I made and rock it properly Honestly! Who do you think you are cropping me Editor-in-Chief? No, I'm Jon E.T., and I got Hooks that sting like Mohammed, follow me? Don't like singing in songs? we got a problem Probably, are you too underground for dropping me? You want respect on the low like Rodney D Sometimes I want to take your carkeys to Keep you from driving too far out there like star fleet Oh charming, I'll double up my sharpie Try to bump me to a rail and toss me out a carseat Hardly, combine Cornhusker with Tiger then go Raise 'em in the land of meth labs and beat farming Funny thing about it is you think you can shake me I won't argue with you Nate, make me Trying to get me off your track's like Getting the honkey off your back, you Might at well do everything I ask. Mmmkay? Uh Nate Yeah, that's drum-and-bass Nate. We're doing rap Splitface? Lemme break it down I really just wanted a couple drops here and there, you know? I didn't mean to get cocky or anything even though I went a little off subject I just wanted some drops. You're still going to give me beats right? You know I was "just joshing" as the kids back in my day used to say By the way, have you ever heard of 808s. Yeah they're kinda new You should check 'em out. Their like like penial implants They just enhance what's there, you should try them