Annihilation {Vincy Diss}
juss 4 da hell of it... no real beef poppin off here people... little bit of a sloppy job on my part buh w/e da lyrics make up 4 it ---all me---
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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 vincey where the fuck do it get started
maybe at the point you go against me you retarded
Double R served you up now you comin back for more
you a gluttin for punishment, ima leave ya feelins sore
ima make you feel the pain, imbed it deep inside your brain
3 syllables ya shoulda dipped when ya heard tha name
Lu-na-tiK takin over like DJ Khaled
step up to me an get tossed like a salad
knock ya so hard ya eyes dilated
vincey, prepare, to be annihilated
victory i seize it, it ain't be no secret
im rakin in tha chedda homie you just finna speak rich
when you go and speak shit, pray that you decease quick
because i'll show no mercy, not even on a weak bitch
if you wanna battle homie step up to the floor
get booed off tha stage an ya headed for the door
what you know about me? yea ain't know how i ride
n if you think im too harsh remember this my nice side
i've seen MCs step up to me, broken down and cried
other MCs dun choked so hard they died
they step up to the table, livin in a fable
i merc all these suckas leave em lyrically disabled
an i don need a gat son i don need a knife
all i need is 1 mic to take away ya very life
steppin up to me ya didn't know what would happen
well ima teach you somethin, ya see this shit? its called rappin
apparently you need a lesson cuz i can see you stressin
well listen to mah words ill point you in the right direction
put the mic back on the stand, stratch out all ya lyrics
cuz believe me buddy ain't nobody wanna hear it
you just finna get hurt, tryin make tha words work
ima put you in tha dirt gleamin with a fuckin smerk
you're nothing to me, you will never ever be
spittin like you hardcore talkin like a G
i find it funny that im rappin against an amateur
when i can just go on an on my middle name is stamina
i fly high like a hawk, like a bee im stinging
fuck b you fly about as high as a penguin
mah name, 3 syllables turn into 3 shots
bitch ill pop at ya block comin from T.Dot
when i pop ya hit the deck, muthafucka show respect
lyrical lynching son ima make you break ya neck
im a animal up on the microphone
regardless of whether or not im in the zone
catch me fuckin yo bitch right up inside ya home
she suck tha dick so clean it be lookin like some chrome
ya rhymes is weak an ya flow sound pathetic
ya rhymes is hurtin, someone call a paramedic
i got love for the game yo respectzz to cupid
buh da game ain't love ya cuz ya just plain stupid
lyrical killa homie, im a guerilla
you soft as pastries wid some donut filla
i grip the mic harder then yo bitch grip my dick
starin her right in the eye is mah mushroom tip
give it a lil lick, she holla "Oh LunatiK!"
fillin up dat ho as im hard as a brick
you drownin in this game homie somethin like a shipwreck
the water right up to ya chin like a fuckin turtleneck
yeah im white, rep tha red, look into these brown eyes
seriously, you ain't heard, buh im on tha rise
yeah man ya shouldn't fuck around wit real g'z
have ya beggin fo' ya life homie get up off ya knees
i ain't finna spare you, im finna impair you
lyrically and mentally i ain't even care dude
run along before you die, broken up inside
you got nuttin to be proud of, where the fucks yo' pride?
you a little punk thinkin you bringin tha heat
buh you ain't lived tha thug life, runnin on da street
buh ya know about runnin, don't cha pussy?
look b, this is what ya get when ya push me
listen up closely, next time you approach me
ya better bow down, don't try n provoke me
now iz you good to go ya little punk snack wrap
come on vincey i dare you to clap back
just like dat you defend i attack
spit yo fuckin verse an we'll see how whack's dat
