Loonie

1 month ago

Movin’. (Verse)

Okay, I’m takin’ a minute to get in the zone, takin’ a minute to figure this poem out/
Spittin’ ain’t about pullin’ the chrome out, it’s about pullin’ ya dome out/ta
The dark and puttin’ ya heart into it, gotta go hard from the start or screw it/
Sayin’ you hot, when really you not, you kiddin’ me, really you starter fluid/
And I am a part of music, rap is an art and I’m fluent/
Come from the block of Tdot I been caught in it, hoppin’ in and it has hardened me through it/
And I got a lot to do, better believe I’ma rock the booth/
The way I been doin’ it, keepin’ it movin’ for me, y’see it’s not for you/
If it was then I’d be a prostitute, sellin’ myself to get on the shelf/
Like everyone else, for plenty of wealth, see? Now you’re talkin’ to/
A man that understand that fortune isn’t copped or purchased/
It’s internal, eternally searchin’ purpose/
You scratchin’ the surface, dahg I been diggin’ and flingin’ up dirt my whole life/
Adapting to what’s happenin’ around me, s’why that cold ice/
Is danglin’ off’a da frame so I stay cooler than/
A penguin, my crew’s a school of ‘em, wabblin’, hooligans//

-Loonie

2 months ago

Make ‘Em Proud(er). (Verse)

I wanna be livin’, don’t just wanna be alive/
Fun in abundance until the sun is on the rise/
I’m on that summer 35 degrees, no sleeves/
Breeze blowin’ I’m showin’ I’m flowin’ pro until I leave/ *jeez*
Friends and enemies blow ya trees if ya feel me/
I need you to listen, ain’t enough for you to hear me, clearly/
So whether you my foe or my homie/
I’ma make you proud to have ever even known me/
I’ma go my own way, only with who I choose/
Keep a wicked eye through these rhymes, call it iTunes/
Swimmin’ in a typhoon, dahg I was a lifeguard/
I dun came prepared and impaired because life’s hard/
Shinin’ like a bright star, scratch that, North star/
Comin’ for the colourful cabbage now, coleslaw/
Fuckin’ like a pornstar, everyday, everyway/
M’lady wit a sexy shape, exstasy, always just a text away/
So I ain’t gonna stress today, I’ma live an escapade/
Hop up on the bus and just imagine it’s an Escalade/
My only debt left to pay is to community/
So I’ma use this music as my opportunity/
To make my city proud, from the start I said it loud/
TORONTO! The transit city’s in it now/
So let’s simmer down, and let the beat rock/
Relax, relapse, repeat, what’s a detox?//

-Loonie Bones

Notes: 1 / 4 months ago from super-doop

super-doop:

This song will always mean so much to me

Notes: 23410 / 4 months ago from mistahhkryzztdot (originally from kushite)

deanpaints:

On January 12, 2010, one day after his 18th birthday, CAPA High School honors student Jordan Trent Miles was ambushed by three plain clothes Pittsburgh police officers, who failed to identify themselves and approached him aggressively. The officers did not say “Stop! Police!”, they jumped out of an unmarked vehicle, one of them yelling “Where’s your money? Where’s the drugs? Where’s the gun?” Miles, never before in trouble with the police and thinking he was being robbed, began to run, and slipped on the icy sidewalk. The officers overtook Miles and administered a brutal beating that left him unrecognizable, ripping dreadlocks out of his head, and continuing to beat him as he lay on the ground after their initial assault, stammering the Lord’s Prayer. There can be no explaining away or excusing what was done to Miles.

The police officers lied about what happened, claiming there was a bulge in his pocket they assumed was a gun but “turned out to be a Mountain Dew bottle”. No bottle was ever entered into evidence, and Jordan and his friends will tell you he doesn’t even drink the soda. The officers also attempted to claim a neighbor reported him as a prowler and attempted to bring assault charges against Miles, which were tossed out of court when the neighbor said she did no such thing. Despite all this, the City of Pittsburgh went on to reward these violent officers with a commendation and, during their suspension, paid them more than they earned while working. Meanwhile, the Pittsburgh DA has not brought charges and the Justice Department announced on May 4th, 2011 that it would not prosecute the three officers. The mayor and police chief announced on May 5th that the three officers would be returning to work.

“I feel that my son was racially profiled,” Terez Miles said. “It’s a rough neighborhood; it was after dark. … They assumed he was up to no good because he’s black. My son, he knows nothing about the streets at all. He’s had a very sheltered life, he’s very quiet, he doesn’t know police officers sit in cars and stalk people like that.”

http://justiceforjordanmiles.com/

(Source: kushite)

Notes: 13 / 4 months ago from mistahhkryzztdot (originally from rawrevolutionepidemic)

416kryzz:

Lmao, real shit.

Tagged:
wiz kahlifa

4 months ago

B.I.G L.O.L

4 months ago

I’m the best, e.s.t 1991 son/
Spittin’ like a young gun, until my tounge’s numb/
Run some lessons suggestin’ you pay attention/
An’ invest in some obsession for blessin’ the mic, s’pecially when/
The opression is no less then the very best of ‘em/
So unless you come much harder, don’ bother/
You’ll just get left and done/
Like dinner in a 5-star cinema, dimish and finish ya/
A sinister minister, grippin’ a Guiness just’a/
Menace to society

4 months ago