Shottttttzz off to false ass shook kids
Loonie of Real Talk ToRoNtO cAnAdA 416
Through early 2000's Loonie has built his lyrical skill on paper and through acapella. Eventually after meeting various underground rappers he took the next step and purchased a mic. Building his verbal strength through the mic Loonie began making songs, focusing not so much on the quality of the sound but on the quality of the lyrics and the messages portrayed through his lyrics. Eventually Loonie stepped up from him 10 dollar mic and purchased a professional studio-quality condenser mic. Performing at various venues now LunatiKK is determined to being Hip-Hop out of the gutter and bring the un-recognized city we all know and love so much as Toronto to new heights in the music industry.
Lyrics
Verse 1: Ayo are you my brother muthaf*** a? Will you buck if I need to?/
Nah, you deceitful, a window dat I see through/
Lil' weak dude just runnin' ya lip/
'Cuz if they runnin' to get, me, ya runnin' to dip/
An' wit a gun an' a clip you'd still probably bail out/
You the type'a kid to get killed in the jailhouse/
A rat, in fact, nah you more like a scared mouse/
Runnin' an' hidin' an' lost, sendin' 'em flares out/
But ain't nobody comin' to retrieve you, we leave you/
Alone 'cuz homes you don't know how the f*** we do/
We see you for what you really are, man a worm/
An' you'll burn in hell, the furnace, yup you've earned/
We learned that, you was fake, it was fate, snake-like/
Hiss lil' b*** but no venom in ya snake-bite/
Take like a busted compass, n lose ya way/
Move today, or dude'll get bruised and sprayed//
Chorus X2: No guts, no glory/
No action, no stories/
So how you talkin' all that sh** that you didn't act?/
Tell me that X4/
Verse 2: Ayo how you finna choke on a man and expect respect/
When ya time came to check yaself, ya perplexed/
An' root-footed, 8 hooded goons atcha homie/
And you only stood and watched, cold and lonely/
You shook kid, look b*** , everybody booked it/
Crooked, but not a crook, no, can't f*** wit us/
Find no trust wit us, can't bust wit us/
No cuts no guts fool, you shed no blood wit us/
You run what wit us? Nothin', disgustin'/
Stuck stiff b*** , look ya brother's gettin' touched an'/
You stressin', yo you shouldn't even be second-guessin'/
Grab the first fool an bang his chest in/
Next fool's teeth is knocked out, glocks out/
Gun-butt numbs f*** s, nothin' to talk about/
'Cuz we got focus on these rats and roaches/
Hopeless folks get choked out without emotions//
Chorus X2: No guts, no glory/
No action, no stories/
So how you talkin' all that sh** that you didn't act?/
Tell me that X4/
Ya faackin' POOSSS
