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letra de the pretense - oncue

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[intro]
chanes
oncue
elevator muzik, you b-st-rds
you know what it is
yo

[verse 1]
i’m ’bout to go presidential like the west wing
over here, man they calling me the best thing
the next thing, first thing
to give this area a spring
a swing into this rap, bing
call it that because the least important thing nowadays
is a actual emcee rapping
it’s more about the tapping and snapping and scr-pping and whacking
we forgot it’s called hip-hop
i ask myself, “homedawg, when this sh-t stop?”
probably around the same time when my sh-t drops
ain’t a c-cky statement, hey my sh-t hot
time running against me, i hate the sound of tick-tocks
in my mind, all the time i’m zooming, rocking flip-flops
on a beach looking at bikinis, with the chicks hot
yeah
with the umbrellas in my sip cup
then i wake up and i’m still getting my d-ck sucked
my fans say my sh-t’s nuts
haters say my sh-t nuts
but they be like, “yo, oncue, man his sh-t sucks”
you really think i give a flying f-ck?
like i’m supposed to care
i been in this game for years
and all it made me do was eat like an animal
eat rappers alive, please call me the cannibal
hannibal lector
i don’t write rhymes, i paint records
the world bye my canvas
sometimes what i say might be outlandish
but i know they can’t stand it
cause i’m going for the grands, kid
for my grandkids and their kids
yeah

[verse 2]
i knew i had it when i had it
pull the sh-t out my head like the rabbit
but, this rabbit was vicious and rabbid
they call me an addict
the music be my habit
the way i just wrapped it
how hard i went at it
after, started dapping
grind for the cabbage
know y’all could fathom
cause y’all see the pattern
of this inclination
of this infiltration
of the g*nius child running wild, incubating
patiently waiting to let the thang go
and scream to the world, “dawg, f-ck the hating”
but they think they know me cause they hear me on songs
think i’m all hard but you got me all wrong

[verse 3]
if you actually listen, i wil actually show ya
but i will still roast ya whole d-mn roaster
oops, i mean roster
you’s an impostor
blow mo’ trees than a rasta
let me fly, give me wings
i’m hip-hop’s guardian
godd-mn r-t-rded, friend
and when i die
i’m a die like a martyr then
i’m a die like a martyr then
chyeah
yo

[outro]
this is oncue
elevator muzik
chanes
you just witnessed the birth
and the death
you, of this project, of everything
but it still lives on
know what i mean?
and all you other motherf-ckers
wack, wack rappers and them
to me?
it’s time to take over this motherf-cking game
and i’m not even playing, taking no prisoners
but
d-mn, cam you a beast son
jrt, thank you
for playing ya sound, baby
game point
i got nothing else to say
it’s been said

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