[Verse 1]
Now everything I drop, yo, it's platinum plus
That's why everybody's trying to hate on us
I keep the fly honey's in the mood too
You've got to prove to us you can groove with us
And make you move with us, it'd be the best thing for you
Got the smoothest tats, keep it natural like quarter water
Cruise with us, stay all up in your garments
Pop's staying at it while you're saving up your quarters
In order to rock a party, yo, you've got to keep it live
Yella, they've got me so I'm mean; flip side
Curving off that herb and you can see it in my eyes
Lunatics get down and we can rock it all night
And that's for real, yo, check the rhyme
[Chorus: City Spud] [x2]
Check the rhyme y'all, we've got it happening
Got the whole crowd moving from the hit that's platinum
If you think not, you better beg the gig
'Cause my whole crew's behind me one-hundred percent
[Verse 2]
How can't no one get as live as we
Just to be the best is what we strive to be
Open your eyes and see
The way the groupies' be invading our privacy
Like a drop top six with the fliest diesel
While you're thinking like a G, I'm thinking millions
Add on like a building, stand high on streets
Hold on to some ninety-eight, paid for keys, cats, please
I've been like three wheel leaving E's
Bees swarm like bees until the haters be my enemy
You ain't selling me; to eat me; and fettle bees
Repeatedly repeating me, to beat me, they see me
Mad 'cause they can't beat me nor see me
Mad 'cause my ride's got rims and a TV
I'm ruthless like Eazy, but huggable like Teddy Ruxpen
I'm not as strict so you'll never ever ever put my bugs in
Your pocket; I mow you, I don't owe you
That's why I stole you in your eye socket
Maggot; The Lie Rocket and no matter what to top it
You ask me what's up, I say the star
And the moon, who will be home soon
[Chorus: City Spud] [x2]
[Verse 3]
Saint Lunatics emit like Voltron; way beyond your level
Cover the platinum hits to settle my problems a little
But until then, Saint Lunatics just simming
State studios packing pins, make a million
Be Rumpel like Stiltsken, you've got to feel that
If not, just be my rap like album, I hit it back
Lunatics got my back like murders and Malcolm X
All you haters relax, every kicking light stat
[Chorus: City Spud] [x2]
[Conclusion]
Yo, check the rhyme y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Yo, what's that y'all, keep it live y'all
Make it real loud y'all, check the rhyme y'all
Things like that y'all keep it live y'all
Jay E y'all, Jay E y'all, I'm on the tracks y'all
Lunatics y'all, give me that fetch y'all, D2 y'all
Non-Asia, Non-Asia