Special shout out to you-know-who ;) *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
Ugh shawty's a killa an' I'm feelin' 'er, shinin' like a diamond/
get it on the grind, she fine dutty windin'/
Hotter den de islands, comin' out de cold north/
EG west, t.dot, so on an so forth/
When she twerk it it hurts, sh** , smirkz an it's perfect/
Shawty make waves I'ma surf it, work it/
Sweeter den dessert, smirks killin' it wit black an red/
You get up, call me up, I'ma reach an getchu back in bed/
Drop dead gorgeous, just a bra an panties on/
Red an black, super-phat, titties an that fanny bomb/
An' you wussup yeayea gotta let cha know/
I wanna be next to go catchin' on dem x an o's/
Smellin' up that red hair, fellaz an they friends stare/
'Cuz they wanna get atchu too, say that they've been there/
But they can't say dat, nah don't even play dat/
Waste cats, honest you a goddess an I'll say dat//
Girl you be killin' 'em, chillin' 'em to corpses/
High-class, fly ass, rollin' like 'em porches/
Mustangs, horses is what them b*** es look like/
Next to you boo, true, you got 'em shook like/
Pornstars at the bar, girl you be servin' 'em/
Steady sippin bourbon watch ya hips as you swervin' 'em/
Bounce bounce me back up out the club up to the curb an umm/
Word girl, it's absurb the way you murder demm/
Fresh fitted she witted an hood as the kid is/
An a straight 10 dime so y'all allready know what it is/
Got a fit frame spit game she sick I call 'er miss thang/
Gangsta, clap a chick like b*** I'm Rick James/
Beers, bling, piercings, ink, got the head swag/
b*** es gettin' blue, she killin' 'em in a red flag/
Thoroughbread lady, genuine princess/
Lemme slay the track an' you roll with the prince, yes!/
Look, lil mami you a superstar/
Still killin' 'em, fools where the troops are/
So lemme salute ya, an make an excuse ta/
Introduce my-/
Self, call me Loonie the opportunity/
Y'all already know, let's make it you an me/
Let's make a toast to whatever's clever/
And whoever's better, let's gettaa//
