Tonedeff - Hunter lyrics

So so it's cool when it's cool when they do
It but when I scoffs I get it

(Niggas be like) well, well
Well if it isn’t this motherfucker
Again! Are you serious?
You figured that nigga had
Disappeared and shit, but here he is
Wielding the power of perspective you only
Get when investing years in this
'Cause nothing’s more expensive
Than experience and I’m spent, delirious
Ballin' outta my mind
And I’ve lost it, I’m buying all of ya off
Fall into line every fraud has a price
And it’s bottom dollar bargaining time
You can’t offer me bribes 'cause all
That you've got is already mine
But that’s awfully kind – thanks!
Now shut your fucking mouth
Y’all been fucking round in my fucking house
I’m hearing the same voice coming
Out of a hundred mouths
A hundred thou, if we count the underground
And there’s nothing I frown upon
Harder than air quote "artists"
Borrowing their whole product
From whoever’s popular and then
Ain’t so modest
Like they so hot because they so blogged
Like it wasn’t their marketing dollars
That paid for all it
No, wait, don’t call it! Don’t hate, Tone!
Play the game, don’t knock it
But that is a lot like forcing
Me to swallow your snot, then being like
"Hey! don’t vomit!"
Y’all way too soft on these a-holes, dog
I’m saying this shit from a place so honest
There ain’t no wrong in it fuck everything!

When I wrote Politics I was a
Kid acknowledging all of the shit
Now I’m an adult and I feel like a prophet
Like how many shots did I call?
Shall I call an accountant?
Since Hip-Hop, the counterculture
Became the culture of counting
Yet, accountability's dead
We just out for them checks
So proud that we gotta sell out for respect
And the barely hidden insincerity is so foul
You live with the threat
That high-fives are always followed
With a request somebody said that success is
The best revenge and it’s a point so valid
That niggas is all network, no talent
It’s an imbalance, so telling it like it is
Just might destroy your access
To this circus of trend-whores
With coke habit's well, I’ve had it!
I’m earnest to the platelets in my bones
And anyone afraid to burn a bridge is
Too lazy to build their own
I’m obsessive-compulsive
Reps are what I know
A perfectionist with a restraining order
Can't leave well-enough alone
So, I tend to expose the devil that's close
But that never bodes well
For their soul-selling MO
Like when a distributor fell in a
Hole and said they were broke
But they kept what they sold so I
Never saw a cent of my dough

Here’s another lesson to quote:
Becoming friends with the press is a no
'Cause they grow resentful
It’s best the less that they know
Them motherfuckers pretend that
They’re so essential
The probe isn’t farfetched
They’re just star-fuckers with pencils in tow
But yo
The most disrespectful joke especially low
I bled for this, bro
Even went to the post to send you this dope
Indie is trendy so majors will cloak
Their artists as independents and pose
That’s like repping organic Pepsi and Coke

You didn’t do it yourself!
You ain’t authentic
You never knew what I felt
The disabling stress that ruined my health
You're claiming credit like you ain’t
Abetted by ludicrous wealth
And then aided by numerous helpers
You may fool 'em well
'cause who’s gonna tell? Me, shitbag!
Did you get a billion views from an elf?
(Oh it’s magic)
Clear Channel don’t have no room on it's
Shelves for a book of spells
You know that shit’s bad when a kid’s hat
Is a big splash and we skip past
If he spit's raps, but his hip dance
Is a hit smash within six flat
It’s a bitch slap in the face!
When you’ve mastered a trade
And every brick you’ve paved for their
Way is smashed in a day
And so rappers become actors
And then actors become rappers
This ain’t fantasy fulfillment
This shit is facts for the stage
It went from sucka MCs to
Wack niggas to herbs
To faggots, to lames, backpackers
Netcees to nerds
To hipsters to blog rappers to frat
Struggle to drill
But none of those names come if you’re ill

I am the hunter that went for the jugular
Spilling the blood of other hunters
And still I summoned the hunger to kill
But, you bring out the worst in me
'Cause them pickings ain’t nourishing
And it eats me alive
It hurts when my stomach is filled
The new run of the mill: chasing fame
In this day and age, when brutality’s raging
Like fashion and throwing cash in our
Faces is gonna change it
It’s vapid, it’s aimless, I can’t quit
I have to just say this
'Cause, I’m a fucking man
– and that’s dedication end of statement