Lyrics:
abrasive
Enough to make me wanna taste it
Figure out what makes it tick
So I can dig it out and break it
curiosity killed the cat
But liquor helped me
the cats got sickness
I ain’t getting drawn out by no dickeds
We’re on the road to big bread
When I trap uno I invest
It’s in myself I invest in
And bro try
dig
You see the watch stay glissy, feeling like Ricky Ross
Need a milli vanilli to get Iggy Off
I’m really affiliated, I’m serious
I’m no idiot, roll
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
real mellow, real jazzy like, ya dig
Ow, word up, ow, word up, word up, ow, word up
Thes One and uh, the Double, get by and my man the-, yeah
Zip by
Snakes, Snakes here in The East
In The Middle East, Seduced by a beat
A man with a beat and with a Beard
Playing a Flute but what does that even
profile
I had the food that made the cats go wild
Before music, I had a booming line
Fam, ask T-Mobile
Six o'clock in the morning
I flew out, flew down
the equation
The flow
Stay unmatched by the rap cats
Pull up on em with a mask and a Hazmat
1 year since the whole shit locked down
Still played the cards
"Can I borrow a dollar?
"Nigga you ain't shit you wasn't shit when you was here!
I seen you do that shit all that's the same shit
You was doin
You better gimme your mind and
Let me thoroughly read it
That's food for thought and
Somebody will feed it
I'm too mature for all of these weaklings
run in unabated
And I'm rhyming never pantomiming at a gig and
Every line I bring in any band that I'm in you can dig it
When I'm handling a crowd then
Dig Dug, making black noise
Mental food
Crude black oil for you overemotional
Cats that lack poise
Go through your b-boy convulsion
As we keep coasting
of want someone to bone
I dig for some clothes
Throw on the prettiest fit that I own
It's probably sewn
By some Cambodian kid who is broke
Nothing to drink
5-percenters dig those even through a pig nose
Amped to stack like Marshall
With a good financial plan, i don't want credit that's partial
The gods want
and another one gone
Only reason I'm leavin' is management
I'd rather sit and dig the ambience
I think I need a nap, need an Ambien
I don't need a cab, need
to shinnin
I said it's time for me to eat
Time for me to shine
I know i gotta get it
Thats why i stay on my grind
Never worry bout my nine
Gottum worried bout
Oh yeah it's time!
Cumohilics confess
Down in your knees
While she undress!
Silent screams within your Gaze
Anticip8s night
As I sleep by day
Yeah bounce, bounce, yeah
Funky Town stand up
I go by the name of Loonie Tune ya dig
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce,
The coolest out there, oh you didn't know that
Nigga get to trippin' get ya whole wig blown back
I have shown that I will blow cats
Out the water,
Dig by the hole that's in my heart
A longing for my childhood
Blind times of fantasy and sticks
Where my world was my street
Now I can't unsee all
clap
Baby, stop playin', why you shake it like that?
When you know how my dogs like to chase the cat
Hot lights, camera, action, packed in
Back
chat
Gotta double these racks (Racks)
Got you las at the back
Can't
Can't lie gotta hit
Make you cry gotta dig that
Baby gyal got sit back (Sit back)
smoke some more
Matter fact imma act like I'm loco bro
Matter fact imma rap like it's blow for blow
And attack the cats that think they match my flow
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