Lunatic music!
Nod-nod your head!
Front-front-front to the back!
Concussion rap!
When it come to music and you getting paid
You’re better off applying for a job at long and mcquade
This in my veins, even if i quit this sh#t remains
Take a sample of my blood, guaranteed you’ll find a trace
Assault a drug addict, trust me, i’m a beat junkie
Pummel every beat in front of me, no beat stumps me
Lyrically superior to your inferior rhyming material
Here we go reno and he kill the flow
Slaughtering syllables you predictable
This infernal warning issued, i’ma clip you if i think you getting closе
Hit the throat, gripping twisted slow, if you off your freaking toеs
These rappers is like get that reno for that vicious nose
I don’t give a f#ck, attitude is asexual
American gladiator, knock rappers off of pedestals
My brain warped, a clear imbalance in my chemicals
But does standing in with the music biz seem acceptable
b#tch
Lunatic music!
Nod-nod your head!
Front-front-front to the back!
Concussion rap!
Lunatic music!
Nod-nod your head!
Front-front-front to the back!
Concussion rap!
If you don’t give me my credit you denying the truth
While all these other rappers turn to different guys in the booth
I got the kryptonite for all that, stevie wonder saw that
Reno was all that and then some this is what you call that
Raw rap, underground skull crushing kick drum thumping
Hard enough to inflict concussions
You rushing, no vladimir
Weak chick, get it out of here
How you gon’ release four albums in only half a year?
The fact is clear, if you don’t put your time in you been wack for years
One quality record from me straight smash your career
This shit’s a legacy demanding respect
If i don’t know you and you want to work then hand me the check
Save the homeboy banter, i ain’t looking for friends
Breathe life through my people when i pick up the pen
All these talking #ss sh#t, i don’t listen to them
This is lunatic music and we do this ’til the end
What!
Lunatic music!
Nod-nod your head!
Front-front-front to the back!
Concussion rap!
Lunatic music!
Nod-nod your head!
Front-front-front to the back!
Concussion rap!
I’m in the studio daily and that’s the difference between us
I walk a thin line between the lunatic and the genius
And i don’t give a f#ck who you thinking the cleanest, i mean it
’cause i’m a grimy m#th*rf#ck*r, lyrically one of the meanest
Believe it, you need jesus, i send you to meet him
These mcs are like snack, it ain’t nothing, i eat ’em
Always had to hustle, i was building all of that skill up
When i met keys and trilla, i developed into a killer
These rappers songs full of filler, throw random words together
You f#cking cornies i know that this sh#t will make you clever
I see you jocking my sh#t get off of my dick
Next time i see you i’m robbing and i ain’t talking f#cking sidekicks
A pack of reel wolves in the northern terrain
Shoutout tom vujcic and the homie delane
If you f#cking with my squad and we doing our thang
Winter city grimy and gritty put two in your brain
Bang!
Lunatic music!
Nod-nod your head!
Front-front-front to the back!
Concussion rap!
Lunatic music!
Nod-nod your head!
Front-front-front to the back!
Concussion rap!
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