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"The Pretense"

Elevator Muzik, you bastards
You know what it is

[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 scrapping and whacking
We forgot it's called hip-hop
I ask myself, "Homedawg, when this shit stop?"
Probably around the same time when my shit drops
Ain't a cocky statement, hey my shit 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
With the umbrellas in my sip cup
Then I wake up and I'm still getting my dick sucked
My fans say my shit's nuts
Haters say my shit nuts
But they be like, "Yo, OnCue, man his shit sucks"
You really think I give a flying fuck?
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

[Verse 2:]
I knew I had it when I had it
Pull the shit 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 genius child running wild, incubating
Patiently waiting to let the thang go
And scream to the world, "Dawg, fuck 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 damn 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
Goddamn retarded, friend
And when I die
I'm a die like a martyr then
I'm a die like a martyr then

This is OnCue
Elevator Muzik
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 motherfuckers
Wack, wack rappers and them
To me?
It's time to take over this motherfucking game
And I'm not even playing, taking no prisoners
Damn, 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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