1) Loon (… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least two artists/bands that go by this name:
1) Loon (born Chauncey Hawkins November,4 1975 in Harlem, New York) is an African American rapper formerly part of P. Diddy's Bad Boy Records, where he released his self-titled debut album, Loon. He has also made many guest appearances on songs of the R&B and hip hop genres. In 2004, Loon left Bad Boy to start his own label, Boss Up Entertainment. Loon started his music career as a member of Mase (Mason Betha) rap collective Harlem World.
2) Three-piece doom metal band from Providence, RI, featuring members of Megasus, Moonshine, and Wake Up On Fire. Loon alternately plays slow and driving sludge/doom with tortured, strangled vocals, and a more mellow, melodic variety of metal with clean vocals and the occasional dose of acoustic folk thrown in.
You Don't Know
Loon Lyrics
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Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin goin on
A lot of judgment bein passed
Niggaz don't even know what their fuckin talkin 'bout
I go by the name of Loon
And I represent this Bad Boy shit
'Til the motherfuckin casket drop
Damn right, uh, aiyyo, aiyyo
[Verse 1]
Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste
In case niggaz suffer the worst case
Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase
I started "Harlem World" in the first place
Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window
Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo
Cause that's how friends go
But niggaz tryna get they ends yo
Forget about the nigga that lent yo
Ask for dollar, now you want to holla cause your ends low
But look at how far your friends go
Killer is doin it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin it
Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin it
Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust
That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us
Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust
These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus
[Chorus]
(Oh you don't know who the fuck I be?)
Oh it's the L, double O, N, representin the NYC
(Any nigga disrespect my G's)
Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
(Oh you don't know what the fuck I know?)
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoes
(Oh you don't know what the fuck I do?)
To a nigga like you thinkin your crew gon' do somethin to Loon
[Verse 2]
I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat
Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack
Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back
Ride around with my shit in my lap
The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped
I don't get down with you niggaz like that
So all that yikkety-yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack
Make it hard for you niggaz that rap
Cause when you gotta pick up the slack
Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque
You ain't think my flow could pick up like that
The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin hit with a bat
One swing'll bring your shit to your lap
And make you shit in your slacks
Your body shape forever zip and your trapped
Let me tell you about the difference in rap
And the difference is street, niggaz that creep
Bust your shit with the heat
If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet
I'm knockin 'em off their feet
Snatchin his bitch and ridin off with his Jeep
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Uh, yeah, aiyyo you frontin like you seen stacks
Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back
Hey yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back
Now how you come with your guns and your ones, and your sons like you squeeze gats
Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that
That's why you ride with your seat back
Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through
ya motherfuckin chest with they rifle, niggaz livin trifle
And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you
Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do
Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude
Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you
Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin on ass cap
When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat tat
[Chorus] - 2X
Loon's song "You Don't Know" features lyrics that are empowering, confident, and boastful. The song opens with Loon speaking about how many people pass judgment without knowing anything about him. He asserts that he hails from Harlem and runs with tough guys who would make a "worst case" for anyone who messed with them. Loon then proceeds to take listeners through his personal and musical accomplishments. He claims that he founded the "Harlem World" and that his former friends admitted that Loon was the one who made them who they are today. He also states that he knows how to handle his haters, has an incomparable flow when it comes to rhyming, and can impress any woman he wants.
Loon also warns his challengers about the consequences of stepping to him or his crew, saying that they will regret messing with them. He talks about how he carries his gun around and how he will give anyone who crosses him a taste of their own medicine. Loon states that he is not afraid to stand up for himself and warns that any competitor who dares to test him will face certain doom. In sum, the lyrics paint a portrait of an unapologetic and fearless rapper who tells it like it is and demands respect for his skills and reputation.
Line by Line Meaning
Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste
People don't understand me, so I'll introduce myself
In case niggaz suffer the worst case
For those who may experience the worst of me
Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase
I'm from Harlem and used to associate with people who hurt Mase
I started "Harlem World" in the first place
I created the group "Harlem World" in the beginning
But niggaz tryna get they ends yo
People are trying to make money for themselves
Forget about the nigga that lent yo
They forget about the people who helped them
Ask for dollar, now you want to holla cause your ends low
They ask for money but then complain when they are struggling
Killer is doin it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin it
Killers are succeeding while others are failing
Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin it
People are ready to use guns
Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust
Only if necessary, retaliate and win
Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust
I'm a shooter, not just someone who desires women
These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus
I leave women right after I have sex with them
Oh it's the L, double O, N, representin the NYC
I'm Loon, from NYC
Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea
I'll rob and kill those who disrespect my group
When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoes
I'm experienced in making money and know how to approach women
To a nigga like you thinkin your crew gon' do somethin to Loon
People who think their group can harm me are mistaken
I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat
I'm grateful Puff let me have my gun
Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back
I get in my car and sit in the back
The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped
I'll use my gun if someone tries to attack me
The impeller gettin hit with a bat
I'll hit people with a bat
One swing'll bring your shit to your lap
I'll hit someone so hard that they'll fall on their lap
Your body shape forever zip and your trapped
You'll be stuck in a body bag forever
Snatchin his bitch and ridin off with his Jeep
I'll take someone's girl and drive away in his car
Now how you come with your guns and your ones, and your sons like you squeeze gats
People who come with guns and try to act tough
Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that
No one believes their false bravado
That's why you ride with your seat back
That's why they ride with their car seat laid back
And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you
We messed up someone similar to you last year at this time
Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude
I might seem nice, but I'll shine bright like diamonds on you
Got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you
I have someone who will stab you
Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin on ass cap
We'll split someone's butt open and wait for their insurance to pay up
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Written by: SCOTT STORCH
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