The Pretense

[Intro] Chanes OnCue Elevator Muzik, you bastards 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 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 Yeah 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 Yeah [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 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 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 But 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