Ray Sorrell performs a rapid-fire rap called "Unc Talk" packed with boasts, sexual bravado, and references to Obama, Harriet Tubman, and pandemic life. He compares his swagger to Pennzoil and claims he can "turn that Oscar to a Grammy."
This is Unc Talk. Watch me walk, watch me walk, watch me walk, watch me walk. Old school player, not my fault, game used to be so never told, never told, never told, never told, never told. Now groove to this sound. Unc Talk, Unc Talk. Yeah. Slick like Pennzoil, dick longer than a yardstick, game deadly like COVID. Bitch, when I walk in a room, call the doctor, all lanes get sick. This pimping came from my daddy, I inherited it. Trying to cuff me, better be 5-0, no decimal on this equation. I forgot what Obama said, I'm like Harriet Tubman, bitch, I swing low. I run choo-choos on your new boo, we call it railroad. This is Opie's Unc Talk with the player, oh, oh. Watch us come through. Got your bitch hypnotized with those brown eyes. That's a mint condition, not to mention I'm at attention. No honey packs, just sweet on you. No Winnie the Pooh in my crew. We the forest without trees. Hey boo boo, on fire like a flame. Feel this heat. Summer, summertime, it's my time. No Smith in my wheel. Slap a Chris, would not miss. Turn that Oscar to a Grammy. Lights, camera, action now. Sing this. Hit the stage, turn the page.
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