sum inspiration ish naamean? ---all me--- S-Original on da beat
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
yo whats good what it do its the session 2
loonie in tha booth, what you sayin dude?
let me start off by sayin that im all about my paper
a money maker, money taker, balla like the lakers
alla you fakers, and alla you chasers
runnin on the spot, and never changing places
ya needa step ya game up, throw ya chain up
i been doin that ever since i came up
i floss like a boss hustle like im rick ross
yah can find me on the street so im never ever lost
ya gotta give it to em just how they like it
when you gotta freestyle dont say that you might spit
no buts no maybes, c'mon no bein lazy
you say you spit sick man it dont even faze me
you can never top my style, you a child
im runnin on these tracks for miles and miles
doin this for a while, doin this with a smile
ima keep flowin like a boat up on the nile
ya needa try real hard, never give up
juss do what ya do keep doin ya stuff
an if you do it enough, then you gon make it to the lime light
and if the time right, there ain't even be a divine fight
you'll make it untouched, ya victory's flawless
get a couple girlies chyllin in yo crib braless
gotta be the rawest, MC spittin
bark like a dog don't meow like a kitten
ya got enough to prove, n everything to lose
buh everything to gain, so do what ya do
never give in keep goin till ya happy
spit straight dope son dont spit whack b
if you spit crappy then manz won't feel you
and if you front, then they gonna wanna kill you
they'll peel you right off the microphone
bury you quick leave ya kids and wife at home
don't for 1 second think that it'll be easy
make ya movements like mine wit dru to tha bzy
buh word you ain't need a label to make it
buh word manz ain't need a reason to hate shit
manz always gonna hate ya can't get around it
just make sure ya lose it, soon as ya found it
cuz they'll try n take it, so hold on tight
hold on to what ya got for dear life
its a life or death, situation
your occupation it to be racin
2nd place, doesn't mean a damn thing
gotta be the damn king in this damn ring
its a non-stop battle, the neverending story
manz step on manz, an never sayin sorry
if you apologetic people see you as pathetic
kill ya straight up, never need a paramedic
get ready for disappointment, ya outlets
in music, producers say, "you can't sell this"
its all about the money, so people are selfish
you ain't the king, stop tryina be elvis
thats what you gonna hear over and over
more and more as you get older and older
they'll say stop frontin, quit tryina be something
now run along and play ya little munchkin
you tryina make it big, but you just a kid
buh we all kids inside, so what the hell it is?
what it is its jealousy, envy
when manz want something they bring heat and they bring it heavy
you better attack and defend
again and again, until the bitter end
cuz shits gon break and shits gon bend
friends turn to foes, foes turn to friends
love turns to hate, hate turns to love
you turn to booze, you turn to drugs
so keep ya eyes open, lookin both ways
look for opprtunity, don't get lost in the maze
so watch what ya reppin the direction that ya steppin
stay wit a weapon its the end of the session, the second
