Get cha hustle right *all me*
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
Ayo you ever feel like ya body ain't real? Like you don't need a meal/
Juss wanna deal, and steal and kill/
Free will, that's all it is, that's all it ever was/
When you shootin' an' lootin' wit whatever buzz/
It's survival, when the world is ya rival/
Prayin' to God, but still you turn on the bible/
An' it's teachings, preachings, little deceased things/
Tyranny, alive in the mind of a street king/
It's selfishness, coated in helplessness/
Broke as a joke, the only out's to flip/
Get a clip an' a glock, start choppin' the rock/
Movin' the ood to the fools on the block/
So you feelin' on top wit a little bit a' change/
An' a little bit a' fame, but that little bit a' change/
Brought a little bit a' heat, now the man gotta creep/
'Cuz you know the police the biggest gang in the street/
Creepin' in ya territory when ya 30-40 stories high/
As the sky, an' the juss roll by/
sh** , you wanna buck it out, or you wanna run?/
Here homie hold my scale, hold my gun/
Let's roll, I'm on parole, runnin' faster then fallin'/
If I'm drawed again, I ain't comin' back at all an'/
Never see my family and friends again/
See my end in the pen if I catch that sentence/
*Gasp* Huh, we got away/
It's just another day, I don't know what else to say/
But stay safe, stay smart, bravehearts in the courts/
And those incarcerated, already behind bars/
Hoodstars, make a wish on 'em for they future/
Hopefully ya plans change up and'll to suit ya/
Better then pedallin' medicine wit a Beretta/
Go-gettas get up, get ya cheddar, don' let up/
Don't get set up and wet up, I'm fed up wit alla this bull sh** /
Listen to this fool spit, loadin' up a full clip/
Into the mic, spit it ask why to the sky/
But I heard no reply//
Stay alive... Toronto... uh huh, yo...
