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monelo - once upon a rhyme lyrics

[intro: monelo]
once upon a rhyme
once upon a rhyme
once upon a rhyme
once upon a rhyme
there was a rapper named……

[verse 1 : monelo]
brace for impact, your bout to be blown/
with this track that’ll set your mind on a collision course/
and while your mind is being driven to the power of the rhythm/
though you figure out who did it, yet you’ll be tempted to unbelieve it/

been a millennium listening to mainstream hip hop/
with electro synth and triple hi hats
your sick off/
before music never exaggerated so much/
unlike people nowadays show gold chain doin flex and crunch/
the present can’t compare vinyl l.ps/
cuz they originate from the roots of ent-tled emcees/
take a recap back to 90s lyrical rap when stereotypes kept calling it a criminal gap/
took a paper, wrote a page, thought a beat of golden age/
sampled break and bap, nothing much all a piece of cake/
sipping liquor quicker than water to dry ya throat/
smoke a joint that’ll make your mind cycle gyroscopes/
applauded by the world is how you define imagination plus/
people not willing to back me up with collaboration thus/
think i’m a stow away to hip hop, may execute belly flops/
then kicked out and head back for another year surfing bookshops/
doubt me again of my goals
i double dare ya jerks/
visioning authentic dreams, unlike regular paid clerks/
have you any idea of the perks, don’t crave for any cuz/
can’t revolutionise, fix vices, juggle your prices at once/
judge my prophecy, philosophy, it’s about
your world/
rewind my verse, your saliva might not smell like your girl’s/
but yet decayed like the people’s mind
they fall for your words/
your lyrics can’t be explicit, cuz it got no verbs/
don’t matter now, opened my eyes and moved on to plan c/
not personal, shouldn’t have -ssisted on foiling my plans see/
nothing would’ve have happened if i was done rapping/
so i went solo and incognito making my own way/
cuz/

[chorus: monelo]
once upon a rhyme
there was a funky b-ss line in my mind
and while hip hop was stuck on rewind
all i did was mix em both and my pulse hit a flat line (x2)

[prelude: monelo]
(two platinums,. and a diamond record later)
(photograph click effects)
reporters: monelo, monelo, one question, just one question, please!
1st reporter: are you planning on making a new alb-m?
2nd reporter: what are we expecting, controversial or political rhymes?
3rd reporter: is everything you say in your raps true?
fans: yo can i get an autograph and a picture as in like a selfie and you could spit a verse for me and could u snapchat my friends and make em jealous for me, it would really mean a lot. hey,….hey,……, where you going?, tag me

[verse 2: monelo]
fifty percent attendance, half the stadium missing captions/
paparazzi questioning, comparing me to the past and/
from garbage to walking down the grammy red carpet/
though they didn’t pay attention to my track or even bought it/

ain’t falling prey no more to money and misguidance/
i see pride and green dividing, minds tempted for cloud 9 and/
the mansion on the hills with vineyards and swings/
the type of sh-t we read in our books when not colouring/
adjusted my -ss on the throne from ikea/
eating an apple, legs crossed, painting wealthy front of divas/
the couch transformed himself to a plastic chair/
uhd to 480 out the box, not intoxicated/

wait (echo)
something’s interfering with my fate/
something converted my 8 feet refectory to a 30 inch table/
bounced my check to the left, nothing was right/
made me incapable/
moved me from a mansion to a stable/
made me playable/
made me surf daily for vacant slash available/
made me make like a tree and leave
to where i came from/
in short
something just summoned the other side i.e if i don’t make it/

cuz the bureau don’t fit in my pockets/
cuz my resume tell me i’m flawless but too honest/
cuz i sold my tear ducts to my nemesis/
for naming me feminist/
cuz my career options involuntarily ironic/
cuz of the mentality, formality, incapacity you deny/
cuz of the canopy of their home tree i’m unable to climb/
cuz that tree out of reach, my tree out of peach though many/
cuz maybe we don’t mention extra before ordinary/
80 percent of us are a carbon copy with data that don’t fit in a floppy/
woke up and saw myself at&t currencies/
woke up again and saw myself ruling streets with pennies/
woke up again saw myself on bbc next to slim shady/
woke up again and again saw the talent show judges expecting 80s/

i woke up tho

with a walther, i spun the top, and it
stopped/
escaping the two sided subconscious/
only time will tell if i could make ends meet/
until that let me make this end neat/

pledge allegiance to making out
you with me or your not only time will tell cuz

[chorus: monelo]
once upon a rhyme
there was a funky b-ss line in my mind
and while hip hop was stuck on rewind
all i did was mix em both and my pulse hit a flat line (x2)

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