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As you might know, our monthly Bands + Brews Session Series was quite the soiree last summer, throwing down monthly at Industry City in Sunset Park Brooklyn. The first hint of a nip in the air didn't give us a reason to stop the party, so last Fall we took the series inside Gowanus' classiest venue, The Bell House, celebrating our new home in style, with an intimate evening with R&B superstar Mario, rapper OnCue, and up-and-coming singer/dancer, Kayla Brianna.

We've already ripped the wrapping off our set with Kayla Brianna. Today we're kicking off the New Year with a set from Connecticut born, Brooklyn based rapper OnCue. Where Brianna's set popped with glitz and club-ready energy, 'Cue's on a darker, more anguished trip here. His songs are steeped in personal and emotional lyricism, his production cinematic, perfectly suited for a gathering that was ready to bump and sway and hang on to his every word. "Every Last Dollar" is a highlight, equal parts hip hop and emo-tinged rock, rolling and building towards an honest proclamation. "If I had all the money in the whole wide world/I wouldn't buy you shit/If I was filthy rich/I'd spend it all on me, I'm a spend it all on me". It's not a selfish sentiment, but rather the end result of feeling hurt, wanting to take care of yourself, and seeing brighter days to come. He's an emotional rapper and this set is an emotional ride.

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Simply barbaric.
Barbaric.
Barbaric. Let that word resound.
From hill to hill.
From valley to valley. Across this broad land.
Hear me! Hey, I'm big-headed but you're small-minded.
I try and get it, hey, whole team grinding.
Fuck what they say, hey, I put my time in. Oh, I need a Louis lining,
Michelin star dining.
Imma be honest.
I was eating Little Caesar's with the Buffalo ranch.
Fuck all you geezers, yeah, you fucking old men.
Flow barbaric, let my fam come then.
Guess she know all my lyrics so she taking off her...
Cuey be that next shit, Imma cop an X6.
Flex on my exes, so why they think I'm sexist.
All that corny shit you call your raps don't impress us.
Better pay attention, watch how I finesse this.
Goddamn, all you rappers are lucky that I fell off.
Better switch plans, in the next six Imma go the hell off.
Yeah, I'm dropping all these records like it's motherfucking light work.
You're dropping all your records, praying, hoping that it might work.
Yeah, I'm showing now like Ds in a tight shirt.
Wanna get like this? Then you better fix your life first.
I been on a wave, mama asking how it's going.
Told her I don't play, she said, "The fuck boys are fake
because my boy on the come up."
I been on a wave, bitch, know you see me glowing.
You stuck on that same shit, so save it.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
Yeah, you already know.
Hey, you already know, hey.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
It was written in stone, yeah,
everything will go, oh.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
Yeah, you already know, hey, you already know.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
It was written in stone, yeah,
shit's about to blow, oh.
Fuck your shit, my shit been booming.
And money talk, talk that I be fluent in.
If it's not, then please keep it moving, I don't got the time.
Yeah, you wasn't there, wasn't there when I was starving, all starving then.
I mean, barely no food, and I swore to God I'll come back
to prove I was always right.
I see your name in my missed calls now.
Hey, girl, you got me pissed off now.
I lift off, so you criss-cross now.
Thinking that you Kylie, you my Rick Ross now.
Imma go from summer to the winter, hey.
Born a loser but I turned into a winner.
Learned it by the finger, if you're trying to take my dinner, hey.
Look what I spit, I repent, I'm a sinner, oh.
Ain't no option when your back against the wall.
Break down the motherfucker, hammer or a saw.
I keep going hammer baby, I keep going off.
Go grab your camera, because your boy about to ball.
This persistence, talent, it's a win.
Way back when, when I
put you on my shit.
You turned up your nose, but I stiffed up my lip.
Can't hold it in, baby.
Goddamn, I'm the shit.
I've been on a wave, mama asking how it's going.
Told her I don't play, she said, "The fuck boys are fake
because my boy on the come up."
I've been on a wave, bitch, know you see me glowing.
You stuck on that same shit, so save it.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
You already know, hey, you already know, hey.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
It was written in stone, yeah,
everything will go, oh.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
Yeah, you already know, hey, you already know.
Yeah, your boy on the come up.
It was written in stone, yeah,
shit's about to blow, oh.
What's popping, Brooklyn? How are you guys feeling tonight? Let's try that again.
Hey. Hey. Don't want your friends.
Hey, yeah.
Yeah, I go in, yeah, I go in.
When I'm down with my homies
and you know it.
Yeah, we pour it.
Said, "I know you don't know me.
But I saw you from across the room."
You was eye-fucking me, hey, I was eye-fucking you.
They said I'm next up, that I'm ready to snatch up all the check, huh
That I never gave up, never let up.
Baby, you can see that in my fucking retina.
That I get what I want, no pressure.
Just saying this shit to impress you.
Just running my lips to undress you.
Grabbing multiple condoms at the dresser. I go morning-after.
It's 3 a.
m.
And I don't want nobody but you. Ooh.
Don't want your friends.
It's too hot there you need to
come through.
Come through.
Imma call the Uber up right now.
Would you come back to my place? Imma call the Uber up right now.
Goddamn, girl, it's 3 a.
m.
Yeah.
Imma call the Uber up right now.
Would you come back to my place? Imma call the Uber up right now.
Goddamn, girl, yeah, it's 3 a.m. Yeah.
Imma call the Uber up right now.
Maybe it's called the Uber because we
yeah, I turn the lights down.
I got you with the wipe down.
Bitch, you had a long week of classes, I been making records for the masses.
Don't trip, baby, we could go molasses.
Look, I'm in no rush, you say
it's my word.
Ask me what's my hold up? Yeah, I'm about to go nuts.
Tired of eating cold cuts but so what baby?
I got friends, you got fine-ass cousins
with the good-ass jeans.
All my homies is up to something, yeah.
Swear to God I'll make your whole body quiver.
I don't say shit like that and then not deliver.
You deserve all this, baby, and I'm no quitter.
Plus I love the fact you ain't...
It's 3 a.
m.
And I don't want nobody but you. Ooh.
Don't want your friends.
It's too hot there you need to come through.
Come through.
Imma call the Uber up right now.
Would you come back to my place? Imma call the Uber up right now.
Goddamn, girl, yeah, it's 3 a.
m.
Yeah.
Imma call the Uber up right now.
Would you come back to my place? Imma call the Uber up right now.
Goddamn, girl, yeah, it's 3 a.m. Yeah.
See, we got it back on track.
Yeah.
Hey.
They all got dollar signs in they name.
I just got dollars in my name.
You should know that I'd be lying
If I said that wasn't strange.
Then say that shit out loud.
Cause nowadays I can't complain.
The same shit that held me down.
Same reason I'm getting paid.
From the top of your shit list.
They're checking off my wish list.
Nearly getting evicted.
In the end, it's I that fishes.
And I'm getting all the bitches.
Nah, I don't mean women.
If you ever chose to listen.
Please trust me, there's a difference.
Not everything that's gold
really glistens.
Rappers all, they already know.
And champagne is what I'm pissing. I appreciate my folks.
Reality is rippling.
Nah, I didn't predict it.
It was given from my writtens.
If you bump my shit, yeah, I know you do.
You think I sing too much? Deep throat a pole or two.
What am I supposed to do? Cause all y'all are boring me.
So I act accordingly.
Even more importantly,
shouts to Kuz for recording me.
He gets to witness greatness
in the making.
All I see is green, Lord,
I'm stuck up in the matrix.
Belly flopping on this cash.
Pray, I don't hit that fake shit on the way down.
On the way down.
If I had all the money in the whole wide world
I wouldn't buy you shit, if I was filthy rich.
I'd spend it all on me, Imma spend it all on me.
If I had everything I ever wanted I wouldn't have my scars no more,
I would flaunt them.
I wouldn't have my scars no more.
I wouldn't have my scars no more.
Every last dollar.
Uh-huh.
Every last dollar. Yeah.
Imma spend it all on me.
Oh, Imma spend it all on me.
Every last dollar.
Uh-huh.
Every last dollar. Yeah.
Imma spend it all on me.
Oh, Imma spend it all on me.
I try to keep moving, so unassuming.
But I'm living life like Truman.
The camera zooming.
Poured a vodka in the Newman's.
Yes, it's prognosis, proper because the thunder now booming
between my temples like instrumentals that keep on resuming.
I'm old enough to admit that I love the chaos.
Good sex, cigarettes, and NFL playoffs.
Tell my personal Adolfs that it's all
about to pay off.
Should I let them live? Huh? What do we say?
Nah, hell no.
Born in some shelters.
My feet are still on fire, from running through hell, though.
Let me cool them off, with bottle service and models jerking us off
behind the curtain.
She twerking, ooh, that booty so soft.
Think again, if you say this shit don't come without a cost.
I put Peggy in some first but the rest won't hear a word.
Not a peep, not a dime.
I can't sleep, there's no time.
If I let my mom would whine.
You let me bleed while you recline.
You used to laugh and mock us.
But I don't think you'd laugh if you saw
the numbers they offer us.
Champagne with sparklers.
Tan bitches, they gawk at us.
Screaming, "Please pardon us
Cuey, you so marvelous, won't you put your cock in us?"
If I had all the money in the whole wide world
I wouldn't buy you shit if I was filthy rich.
I'd spend it all on me.
Oh, Imma spend it all on me.
If I had everything I ever wanted I wouldn't have my scars no more,
I would flaunt them.
I wouldn't have my scars no more.
I wouldn't have my scars no more.
Every last dollar.
Uh-huh.
Every last dollar. Yeah.
Imma spend it all on me.
Oh, Imma spend it all on me.
Every last dollar.
Uh-huh.
Every last dollar. Yeah.
Imma spend it all on me.
Oh, Imma spend it all on me.
Just every last dollar.
Uh-huh.
Every last dollar, oh yeah.
Imma spend it all on me.
Imma spend it all on me.
Every last dollar.
Uh-huh.
Every last dollar. Yeah.
Imma spend it all on me.
Imma spend it all on me.
Yeah.
Thank you, Brooklyn.
Yeah.
Fuck, who the man on campus? Goddamn it.
Because years I famished.
I know I didn't, but I think God planned this,
I hope he planned this.
Yeah, Imma make jams until I get a hologram and a sister named Janet.
I'm an honest man, I'm a Pollock fan.
So I treat the face like the canvas,
oooh.
But it's all about the loot.
When I fell off, friends went poof! Still, money on my head when I
nearly had no roof but these girls think I'm cute from my hat to my boots,
thank the Lord.
They ignored my tooth, because of what I do in the booth.
Ain't that the fucking truth?
Reincarnation, I'm the proof.
Who the hell dumb enough to let
me loose? I don't drink Goose, I like me bourbon. Hands 10 and 2, but I like me
swerving.
I don't like lanes, so I broke the curb in.
This much vision is more like a burden.
Yeah, I've been saying,
I'm Super Saiyan.
Since I wrote the bangers, down in the basement
with the pantyhose over the clothes hangers.
Even back when Cory was trying to smash Topanga, yup.
Why you so suprised, huh?
Now I need hummus on my rider.
Shit, I moved to the city.
Brought my day ones with me.
Fuck the world except my momma.
You can't tell me no different.
I don't play with these flows.
Nor the shit that I'm spitting.
And these women got a hard time sitting
because I beat that kitten like I'm fresh out of prison.
Know we been through some shit.
Know we been through some shit.
Dad done poofed and split.
And bro done dipped.
Then the booth got lit.
Let me talk my shit.
Let me talk my shit.
Yeah, you ain't go to sell your crib, no, Momma.
You ain't got to sell your crib, you ain't got to sell it, no, no.
I ain't going to stop until I get it, no I ain't going to stop until I get it,
no I ain't going to stop until I get it, motherfucker.
Nah, I ain't going to' stop until I get it, no way.
I ain't going to stop until I get it no, I ain't going to stop until I get it,
no, I ain't going to stop until I get it, motherfucker.
Nah, I ain't going to stop until I get it, no way.
Now we onto something.
Or we just on something?
Honestly, I don't know, I really can't tell.
Then just fucked with running.
Oh, you thought I was fronting?
Oh, you thought I was bluffing? Honestly, man, it's nothing.
I'm about to raise hell, hey.
Hey, just cause you rap all fast
don't hide the fact you ain't saying jack.
What you think this is, motherfucker?
Can't look back, Pops was on crack.
It's just that this life ain't a picnic,
motherfucker.
Living down on Chapman Street,
plotting on a masterpiece.
Yeah.
Back when they use to laugh at me.
Now I'm about to send the hoes to the master suite.
Yeah, the same white kid with a New York fitted on.
Pants too big, that's when I got shitted on.
Name too big, now you singing to a different song.
Pants too tight so these hoes wanna get on now!
Then Zav moved me out, then he drove me down
because the homies hold me down.
With a few bucks to my name, look at the shit I figured out.
Imma make my momma proud right now.
Know we been through some shit.
Know we been through some shit.
One last time, Brooklyn.
Dad done poofed and split.
And bro done dipped.
Then the booth got lit.
Let me talk my shit.
Let me talk my shit.
Yeah, you ain't gotta sell your crib, no, Momma, Momma.
You ain't gotta sell your crib, you ain't gotta sell it, no, no.
One, two, three.
Hey.
I ain't going to stop until I get it, no.
I ain't going to stop until I get it no.
I ain't going to stop until I get it,
motherfucker.
Nah, I ain't going to stop until I get it, no way.
I ain't going to stop until I get it no.
I ain't going to stop until I get it no.
I ain't going to stop until I get it, motherfucker.
Nah, I ain't going to stop until I get it, no way.
Brooklyn, my name is OnCue.
O-N-C-U-E.
Google it.
Thank you, I love you.
Have a good night.

Artist Bio

Geoff "OnCue" Sarubbi is a 22-year-old Connecticut native/Brooklyn based Hip-Hop artist who is known for his unique way of blending Hip- Hop and Alternative Rock creating a fresh and eclectic sound. "I was the only kid I knew growing up who listened to both Wu-Tang Clan and Death Cab for Cutie," says OnCue, "the fact that I listened to a variety of music when I was younger definitely influenced the music I create today."

On September 7th, 2010, OnCue released, Cuey Sings the Blues presented by 2dopeboyz.com, Mick Boogie and Terry Urban. Its first single, "Crashing Down," garnered thousands of YouTube views and downloads in a matter of weeks, and had college students and tastemakers alike talking about OnCues fresh new sound. Goodmusicallday.com says, " This is one of the best 5 mixtapes of the year". Since then OnCue has released, "Leftovers", a mixtape based around songs that didnt make, "Cuey Sings the Blues", and has been booking shows all over the Northeast. Hes shared the stage with a variety of artists such as Kid Cudi, Pittbull, and 3OH!3.

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