Lilune - Moon Mane Freestyle- Beat by. StreetHeat Beats
66 Plays
•03 Feb 2019
aye aye aye I'm the fuckin moon mane I'm on the moon mane. I need some fuckin room mane. I'm coming through mane. I'm making moves mane Don't tell me what to do mane, got something to prove mane. got my own groove mane, I tell the truth mane. you want the proof mane. hop up in the booth mane spray fire through the tooth mane speak to the youth mane they know I got the juice and it's no use mane your rhymes smell like trash can. I get that cash band your shit won't last man. my shits on blast, they stand aghast, I stand back, watch numbers amass. they be smoking gas, I got these raps, hit it twice and then you pass. You make it last. People going fast, and if you tumble you fumble into the past, and then you finish last. that's why I show you what I got, second day on the job, now they head will bob. make your shit fuckin nod while taking a jog, while pinching a log. well shit, maybe while gigging a frog. probably blazing a fog, inhaling the smog. bump my shit, they don't skip, I won't quit, pretty soon got adds on it. I flick bic. she heard my shit, was like ,I want his kids, Lilune don't fuck with it. hoes look ratchet, you seem rabbid, or an addict? back to the script. talk shit than I dip, back home to the crypt, bump that beat, for that hit, it sounded like this. swish swish swish swish I'm the fuckin moon man I'm on the moon man. I need some fuckin room man. I'm coming through man. Don't tell me what to do man, got something to prove man. got my own groove man, I tell the truth man. you want the proof man. hop up in the booth man spray fire through the tooth man speak to the youth man they know I got the juice and it's no use man your rhymes smell like trash can. I get that cash band your shit won't last man. so I'm whipping through the city, engine purring like a kitty. speakers thumpin something loud, as they asking wow. do u write this? did you produce this, this new hit, this new shit. and I sure did. yeah I hella got it and the music industry about to know about it. new kid on the block, always been doubted. so I sucked it up, meanwhile pussiest still being clouted. picked up the pen, now his empire founded. new music every other day, who the fuck about it?
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sick af we need a collab one day
aye aye aye I'm the fuckin moon mane I'm on the moon mane. I need some fuckin room mane. I'm coming through mane. I'm making moves mane Don't tell me what to do mane, got something to prove mane. got my own groove mane, I tell the truth mane. you want the proof mane. hop up in the booth mane spray fire through the tooth mane speak to the youth mane they know I got the juice and it's no use mane your rhymes smell like trash can. I get that cash band your shit won't last man. my shits on blast, they stand aghast, I stand back, watch numbers amass. they be smoking gas, I got these raps, hit it twice and then you pass. You make it last. People going fast, and if you tumble you fumble into the past, and then you finish last. that's why I show you what I got, second day on the job, now they head will bob. make your shit fuckin nod while taking a jog, while pinching a log. well shit, maybe while gigging a frog. probably blazing a fog, inhaling the smog. bump my shit, they don't skip, I won't quit, pretty soon got adds on it. I flick bic. she heard my shit, was like ,I want his kids, Lilune don't fuck with it. hoes look ratchet, you seem rabbid, or an addict? back to the script. talk shit than I dip, back home to the crypt, bump that beat, for that hit, it sounded like this. swish swish swish swish I'm the fuckin moon man I'm on the moon man. I need some fuckin room man. I'm coming through man. Don't tell me what to do man, got something to prove man. got my own groove man, I tell the truth man. you want the proof man. hop up in the booth man spray fire through the tooth man speak to the youth man they know I got the juice and it's no use man your rhymes smell like trash can. I get that cash band your shit won't last man. so I'm whipping through the city, engine purring like a kitty. speakers thumpin something loud, as they asking wow. do u write this? did you produce this, this new hit, this new shit. and I sure did. yeah I hella got it and the music industry about to know about it. new kid on the block, always been doubted. so I sucked it up, meanwhile pussiest still being clouted. picked up the pen, now his empire founded. new music every other day, who the fuck about it?
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