Yo Lunatiks tha rookie dat can serve da vets
U ain’t serve tha reps, u were meant to make spills and watch me clean it like serviettes

Demolition krew, u build yo walls and in chorus watch it all shattered
U couldn’t git piss like me if u had problems with yo gallbladder (Whoa)

Look! stop wit tha bullshit, u can’t come at me with a 40 Cal and Tech
Cuz my artillery is aged but adept, u fucking with a Falconet

Then again maybe a Howitzer, u blo wind storms while Lunatik blows twisters
Is his flo sicker, yes, I don’t waste spit I pour tha whole pitcher (Wow)

Bring yo whole krew, yo brother and cousin can’t rid dis street sweeper
I’ll tear u and then grind yo family roots up like a weed eater (Damn)

U aint gangsta,sad when blind men can see a fake G too
U can keep wit rappin at concerts, i’ll stick wit blowing sites up like I’m owning V-2’s!

U ain’t even a hustler, I got tha status of a BOSS Embedded
Wut coke? Only powder u coppin, prick, is tha Covergirl Cosmetics (LOL)

So now u kno, I got tha flo dat’ll rip-thru G’s
If dat fails, a pistol blast will git yo life Unplugged like Alicia Keyes (Ill)


Yo, Luna, git at me, these r just warm ups nigga, I want tha title mayne, I’m still a free agent someone holla at me!!!!!!!! U won’t find no-one real as me!

HOLLA!

Yo Uppin fo feed, or shout outs from krewz, or both.