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letra de up 2 the top - el sancho (ontario)

(chorus)
they want to know where it is i’m headed to
up to the top, up to the top
they want to know where it is, i keep telling you
up to the top, up to the top
up to the top sitting next to the stars
props from the people, free drinks at the bar
the power and the liberty, please, god, deliver me
up to the top, up to the top

(verse 1)
driving a used cadillac from the backseat
saying long may i reign as king of the scr-p heap
and if you ask me, i’m runnin’ sh-t and k!llin’ it
like poor little tink-tink at the track meet
cause whenever my ink flows, i cancel out kinko’s
pack it in and get a job? i hardly think so
i’m one hit away, you’ll miss out if you blink slow
but still got to sink dough into my drinks though
somebody’s got to live on the corner of front street
supplying delis with rump roast and lunchmeat
trying to be the undisputed one none can unseat
maybe say something beautiful none can unspeak
i wouldn’t trade a thing for this time and place
but i can’t help fiending for the finer tastes
i bet if i tried, i could find some way to combine ’em
maybe making macaroni with motherf-ckin’ diamonds
(chorus)

(verse 2)
many don’t know me like they really should
it’s enough to blow my high when i’m feeling good
still i give ‘er with the force of hulk
sh-t, when i google myself, my twitter’s like the fourth result
noice! burning down all the open mic spots
who said i won’t sell like hotcakes and white rocks?
if that ain’t enough to put all your trust in
last week i made eleven dollars buskin’
but it ain’t much to brag about, me and wise-1 tried that
a while back at the club and they laughed us out
slipped the dj a 20 as coercion
to give us a few spins, and he wanted reimburs-m-nt
that ain’t ballin’, in fact, it’s the polar opposite
i’ve seen that pole-jocking sh-t across the whole metropolis
it gets you nowhere with five minutes to spare
my stockholders leapt from the ledge, landed on their shares

(chorus)

(verse 3)
it’s game time, and if you see me skipping a practice
then i’m back at the base, couch fishing for taxes
surrounded by mixtapes i could never move
in need of better tools, so i’m doing sh-t i thought i’d never do
mumbling pleas on buckling knees
trying to buy studio time with government cheese
no dice – there’s no food stamps for a mix
we’re just delta psi pledges with our hands on our d-cks
was once just a gimmick that couldn’t hold a candle
now i do it all, man, so excuse me if i ramble
did the wolfpack tape, all you could handle
but the picture was cancelled, even my people changed the channel
promised ’em the chronic but got caught up in detox
jamming in the street overtop of a beatbox
passing out flyers with my auto-bio
amateur to the core but it’s all that i know
(chorus)

- el sancho ontario

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