1. |
2 Days In Brooklyn
05:20
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Yeah
Yeah
I
I
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Bullets hit you piano
Have you screaming
You hit that soprano
Yeah
I got the hammer
Yeah
LTthe
Monk
RenderVerse
Uh
I notice the complexion
Intersection
It's interesting
I'm investing
All the different shades of brown
Like the Henny strengths inside the foam
Some mixed with Coke
Some are straight and take away your dome
I lay alone and walk it out along the boulevard
Malcolm X
It took too long to make a second Hajj
London made
And I'm Brooklyn-trained
We took the same
Makings of Manhattan
For many stars
Many cars that sentimentally getting far
On the bridge
Like who in the fuck you think you are?
Irish Grandaddy built this
At least one of the homies
Set sail to kiss
Liberty
Be a lady
Never fucking and tell
Takeover covert with a million sales
But a platinum plaque in comparison pales
When you sitting on the wall
With billionaire's tales
Yeah
Uh
When you sitting on the wall with billionaire's tales
Tell Mr. Harrell
When I wish in a well
Resurrecting Uptown
Hope he wishing me well
Get Puff to A&R
And the nigga to dwell
In the CEO seat well
Ring up my cell
My company private
But my business public
To have my company private
Not a group discussion is
Never coming again
My public offerings
Initially were for money
But now sustenance
Taking stock of my life
And sharing holdings
Journals on my street
No wall to close in
A media circus
Main devotion
Is to keeping that spotlight on
Forever focused
On me
Attention seeker
The eternal self-believer
The high s-self-esteemer
The fuck around and end up a cheater
The in need of Christ the Redeemer
So I don't become the bottom-feeder
Out the Monastery comes a leader
I be to rap what credit's to visa
Yeah
Uh
Monk
This is
The start of the piece
Call it the foreword
Hope you take it deep
Don't fast forward
Foreshadow
Sum it up
Four words
LTtheMonk is one word
But all words
Have meaning
Taking all slurs
All compliments
All become blurs
Podium speech
Biography blurbs
LTtheMonk the gift to your curse
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Up you wake! Up you wake!
This is your DJ Papi Face
Here on LTTM 33.3
The Monastery Radio
Where boredom is disaster
Excitement is surviving
And drama is thriving
Peace is chaos
Chaos is peace
They say America the brave
But to conquer America
And the world
The true North
The London grammar
The Motherland
Latino America to Japan
You gotta be the bravest
The craziest
The hardest hustling
The Mixed Kobe
The greatest
Working day and night
Off the Wall
Till you're on the Wall
In today's forecast we have one word
Hot!
The hottest day of the year
Coming up
Be safe when you Mange Tout
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2. |
Young
04:21
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Yeah
No landline
Text ya
Self-drive Tesla
No big bank
My big bank
Deposited chequing
On a app
Fuck a
Yeah
Man it feels so good to be young though
Yeah
No landline
Text ya
Self-drive Tesla
No big bank
My big bank
Deposited chequing
On a app
Fuck a hotel check in
Give the host dap
Young and simple
No stressing
No stressing
Scriptures are now the Apple notes
Write down every genius word, idea or hope
And taken to the chats on WhatsApp
The roasts
Are briefly put on pause
Applause and promote
Then flick to Facebook
Gotta summon the bassist
Keyboards and drummer
To cover the three bases
Make a home run
When the Snapchat come
Coz when she send nudes
She don't include faces
Need to see eye to eye
My message
Come through to the set
Your presence
Worth more than a prestige guest list
You my number one fan
My blessing
Respecting the IG family
Planes, trains, Uber, Lyfts
You John Candy
Get to the show by any means
Handy when you split a pool with Molly and Mandy
Remind me
Need to plan
The weed mapping
Feeding the band
The Uber Eats rambling
Talking coupons
You order two more
My guys just need munchies
Part of the salary
Story I know it's real when you tag me
Soundtrack to the beach so sandy
For the nights that end up in Plan B
No streak
But bear my soul gladly
Yeah I know it's real when you tag me
Soundtrack to the beach so sandy
For the nights on too much brandy
No streak
But bear my soul gladly
Baby it's you
Yeah
No landline
Text ya
Self-drive Tesla
No big bank
My big bank
Deposited chequing
On a app
Fuck a hotel check in
Give the host dap
Young and simple
No stressing
No stressing
Yeah
You see what the problem is?
Thinking this new economy is autonomous
Of discrimination
Thought the prerogative
Was to share
Communities full of compliments
In reviews that's based on nice guy
Rather than seeing wild
Hashtags about AirBnBing while
Black I guess the facts
Are even these new lives
Are built on old school
Means to survive
So sounds of dream pop
Netflix detox
And jogging in Reeboks
The neighbours being watched
Supposed to be the hood
But the people restocking
The rent-rocketed homes
Are beat box
They replicate kicks
eBay the Yeezys
Chill in high hats
Fedoras breezy
It's all a cymbal
Of life so easy
Never hear the clap
9 milli is meeting
A slow compost
But it still ain't safe
The hosts might reject
For your niggerish ways
Even if my net worth is a milli a day
Community still closed
Behind them steel gates
This that optimistic part though, right?
Yeah
No landline
Text ya
Self-drive Tesla
No big bank
My big bank
Deposited chequing
On a app
Fuck a hotel check-in
Give the host dap
Young and simple
No stressing
No stressing
No landline
Text ya
Self-drive Tesla
No big bank
My big bank
Deposited chequing
On a app
Fuck a hotel check-in
Give the host dap
Young and simple
No stressing
No stressing
Nah, don't skip the intro ROYOS
I like that theme song
Yeah
Okay, next episode in 5, 4, 3, 2
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3. |
DeVante (In Your Hands)
02:42
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Yeah
She named her son DeVante
I said
Do you freak it to Jodeci
See I wanna love her but
Them OGs told me
They said
You're not a man
'Til she crumbles in your hands
Fit around your plans
Come home with the band
Big fan
Laughing at the jokes from your man
She don't even think he funny
But she gotta get her bands
Like woah
Man I seen her crumble in your hands
Fit around your plans
Come home with the band
Big fan
Laughing at the jokes from your man
She don't even think he funny
But she gotta get her bands
Like
Swear 2017 I was a good guy
In a good light
I'd see her when she would fly
In with those liars
That burned her like a wood fire
Say became jaded
Still an innocent type
Then I came in the game
Started heating up
When the real deep voice say
You'll eat it up
It's a li'l different tone to the moans
Of the guys trying to bone
Looking thirsty and beating up
Beer cans
I'm looking at real fans
Of my personality
Trying to build plans
Sounding so breezy
Still it's too easy
To manipulate
Without feeling sleazy
'Til I met a woman that's one-of-a-kind only
Single mother
Be a lover and a homie
Imma fall deep in love
She got a hold
But not before I heard
What the OGs told me
You're not a man
'Til she crumbles in your hands
Fit around your plans
Come home with the band
Big fan
Laughing at the jokes from your man
She don't even think he funny
But she gotta get her bands
Like woah
Man I seen her crumble in your hands
Fit around your plans
Come home with the band
Nah, for real though
Now the man gotta grow
I build this up slow
In a romance mode
Yeah
She named her son DeVante
I said girl do you freak it to Jodeci
Can we pick up the kid
Let him go to sleep
Turn fertility bead into rosary
Don't wanna overstep
Girl you know me
But my heart belongs to you solely
Way you step in them heels
Like an ode to me
You gon make Papi step in totally
Rumble young man rumble
Ali when the FaceTime freeze
I desert the jungle
Humble
Apple make the man crumble
Whatever Sam sung
Bout a thing called love
Better run through
Cooke up change
When I come through
Undo the pain
And no praise is undue
Bundle up the Soulswipe and Bumble
Get out the game
And cuff like the 1 2
She named her son Devanté
Know my baby can freak it to Jodeci
Yeah we pick up the kid
Let him go to sleep
Turn fertility bead into rosary
Don't wanna overstep
Girl you know me
But my heart belongs to you solely
Way you step in them heels
Like an ode to me
You gon make Papi step in totally
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4. |
Dark Italians
04:34
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Yeah
Uh
Party in Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
I love my baby Hamilton
And her Sicilian sister
Double date
It's in my image
To buy 'em both a pitcher
Maybe Lucas
Complete the foursome
And give the ride a jump
To take us to the pictures
Sicily is pining for something to think of home
Her sis is undecided
Divided between her cultures
I'm getting inspired
Want a classic for the cult
A young wannabe Don
LT Corleone
No syndicate of crime
But a syncopated rhyme
A syndicated series
The greatest of all time
Ain't hitting soprano
I'm more in the baritone
Life's hitting fever pitch
And I'm matching semitones
Never off
Wife made me the boss
Take her name
I'm LH the Monk
Double-barrel if you cross
I'm Tyndall-Hamilton
Where I'm at and where I'm from
Both repped
New Jersey like Bruce born to run
Springsteen
Way more than a spring chicken
Spring it on teens that the spirit is still kicking
Flood the whole city
Drugs Seattle rain
King of Blue Magic
See a drug-addled reign
Name
It be LTtheMonk
The place never sunken
Rants might be drunken
Still reveal nothing
Too much
Control perception
What I publish
All in the name of mastering the puppets
Party in Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
Racalmuto
Yeah
We dark Italians
Raiders no Marcus Allen
Our lost ark is art
That travels through Gary Indiana
If my jewels is Michaels
Then when you see me on the wall of fame
My chassés gone strike through
Pirouettes that
Turn into 2 steps
If Dr. King's words were violence begets
Violence
That means the result of my style
Is many stylish women who come into my sight
The Negro Neapolitan
Chocolate in the origin
Made her way to Naples
Vanilla a modification
The touch of strawberry
I'm tasting
The cherry on top
Her fruit
My cock tailing son
Call me Davidson
The way this harlot
Is in her biker shorts
And riding me till the morning
One
Fly Donna bellissima Madrina
Gimme capo
While the money in the cleaners
Party in Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
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5. |
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Who you think you are?
In North America
Come to be a star
Made it this far
You fucking
Jamaican-lunged
Irish-livered
British-invading
Black-empowering
Mutt
She put the power in my hands son
Said I'm way more than handsome
Took me back to when my mother's last name was Hanson
Fair maiden
Got her beautiful looks
Her maiden voyage
Could have been more random
See her Daddy Robert
Was a St. Elizabethan
Came to mother England
Was said to be a beacon
Years before he sought a coast less Eastern
Settled East Coast
That Floridian freedom
If Miami, Tampa, Orlando
Were sacrosanct wouldn't tamper
With banks or the bando
But to get busy in Liberty City
Take banana republics
And start trapping mangos
Young Jamaican in business
Hope he built a Disney world
And had kids that
Now are my third to distant cousins
Who fall in fantasies when they playing this shit
Who'd you think you are?
Tryna be a star
Come to North America
Really made it this far
Seen no Blacks, no Irish, no dogs
On the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
Came to shine
My dogs came to shine
Yeah
Seen no dogs on the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
Other side of the lineage
Faith in omnipotence
Of the Holy Spirit
An Irish Catholic in the Church
My great granny
An original Tyndall
Set sail for Boston
Call it McGuinness principle
When you need the opposite of Murphy's Law
Might coin it McCarthyism
But in division be sure
When your Eggs in the baskets
Too conservative and you might lose your chance to fulfil ambition
The fall feel efficient
You sail across seas
The Santa Maria Clause
Your first Christmas need
To pay some homage
To the old journey
See the 4-leaf clover
Ornaments on the trees
Please
Respect the ancestors
Look in the mirror and ask a few questions
When you hopped on the boat
Did you think it was for a higher dream
Or just where life sends ya
Who'd you think you are?
Tryna be a star
Come to North America
Really made it this far
Seen no Blacks, no Irish, no dogs
On the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
If the urge to clap 'em is common
Then my thoughts of violence
Ain't unique to South London tie-ins
Courted by the niche of childhood
A relative short part of my life
But when progress is idle
Think back to relatives
Formative idols
Wanted to be like her baby daddy and spiral
Six kids, four mothers, more lovers
Now that's going extra than the Jamaican mile
Leave a bit of myself here and there
I'm Genghis from Sydenham Hill to Edgeware
Me Khan love but one
It really be unfair
How my current spreads like electric chairs
I'm Eddy Grant on electric avenue
But in other news
My son is due this year
A thousand miles to make it out here
But you can't deny the girls
Their South London share
Who'd you think you are?
Tryna be a star
Come to North America
Really made it this far
Seen no Blacks, no Irish, no dogs
On the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
Came to shine
My dogs came to shine
Yeah
Seen no dogs on the sign
Yet I'm Black and Irish
And my dogs came to shine
I'm actually from a family of Monks
My great grandmother
Another one on the Irish side
Was born Elizabeth Monks
I don't know where she ended up but
Now the lineage continues
The name lives on 100 years later
And the Monk is eternal
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6. |
Everybody Wants Some
03:42
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Yeah
I was so dazed
So confused
I sell merch 'til mogul
Status my tee total
Make you drunk in love with dough
And a piff ting never sober
Bleed for the LT logo
Make my brand go global
Find yourself in a new game
Still so dazed confused
My first day
Of higher learning
Everybody want some
Of the higher purpose
I'm hustling
So my kind of thirst
Ain't seeing if a ting
Is fine is person
I'm finally working
I tell Dante
Don't want no games
What the hell am I saying
Ain't but two hours into Orientation
When I see the work already got a placement
I try to place it
Prioritize
Career first but hypothesize
If I approach
Man stop the shyness
And give it all the old college try
I'll optimize
So user-friendly
Won't use her
Friendly when I do descend in
To the group
It's messy when my dude is stressing
Trying to fuck her friend
In mid-September
It feel like the Spring time
The way the gang cross-pollinating
By March Madness
Gone see a battle
Between the final four candidates
Yeah
I sell merch 'til mogul
Status my tee total
Make you drunk in love with dough
And a piff ting never sober
Bleed for the LT logo
Make my brand go global
Find yourself in a new game
Still so dazed confused
LTtheMonk is one word by the way
I don't like space
Well
Yeah
Pre-haunt before Halloween
The fright is coming when the rides are seated
At two a piece
Man truthfully
I should be writing Thriller
But the company
That I'm keeping keeping
Up league leading
Never see defeat
And gone sweep em easy
No wonder why I'm Mixed Kobe
When Shaq get em out of the paint
Competing
Man send 'em off to them bumper cars
That funnel cake
This ride is ours
The way she grabbing them front views
Leviathan is our mascot
Ain't no care that my class
In the morning at 9 sharp
At least I got a show Saturday
For the Wall Of Fame I get my start
Yeah
I sell merch 'til mogul
Status my tee total
Make you drunk in love with dough
And a piff ting never sober
Bleed for the LT logo
Make my brand go global
Find yourself in a new game
Still so dazed confused
I sell merch 'til mogul
Status my tee total
Make you drunk in love with dough
And a piff ting never sober
Bleed for the LT logo
Make my brand go global
Find yourself in a new game
Still so dazed confused
Still so dazed confused
Still so dazed confused, yeah
Still so dazed confused
Still so dazed confused
Still so dazed confused
Still so dazed confused. yeah
Still so dazed confused
Still so dazed confused
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7. |
Brothers On The Wall
05:33
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Yeah
Yo to be on this Pop Music Wall of Fame
This Hollywood Walk
Grammy podium
Do I gotta be more than Black?
Yeah
I know Prince is your favourite
Kobe is the greatest
Only get in formation if Beyoncés it
We beyond meets and greets
We stay vagrant
Coz it be real beef
If you saw it in your face
You call me the negro
Or maybe the redbone
The high yellow
The fellow with melanin so gold
But if I'm real blessed
And written for orchestral
The way that they arrange it
See me as colourless all
Over TMs
Endorsements for Special K to TMZ
Lines that leave your head full
Of the ideas
That LT ain't merely
Black
He more than that
So no need to fear me
Don't fear me
Don't fear me
Yeah
That LT ain't merely Black
He more than that
So need to fear me
Magic, Eddie, Prince
More than Black in this
You the shining Black prince
New Malcolm X in this
Seeking out an exodus
Or amalgamate the kiss
Bringing Black and white together
All power at your lips
Magic, Eddie, Prince
More than Black in this
You the shining Black prince
New Malcolm X in this
Seeking out an exodus
Or amalgamate the kiss
Bringing Black and white together
All power at your lips
But see
To be on this Wall Of Fame
For Black music
Black Art
Black culture
Maybe imma just be that
That only brothers know
Yeah
Yo I'm dialling the burner
Boys from Nigeria learn the
Young Monk
The one taking it further
Fela to Fila
Ads I'm looking Kuti
Boo in FUBU and kente
She boujee
Batik the boutik
Family portraits
When a brother on the wall
They need to me to portray
The Black royalty
A line of Soul Train
My key to lost city of Atlanta a maze
That's straight to freaknik
See me as icon
I'm the best kept secret
Seeking out my song
The cinco de mayo Don
A show of independence
Only my culture
Know me as the bestest
Magic, Eddie, Prince
More than Black in this
You the shining Black prince
New Malcolm X in this
Seeking out an exodus
Or amalgamate the kiss
Bringing Black and white together
All power at your lips
Got Jay-Z
Nas and Shady as my top 3
Rakim number 4
Ain't no knocking the
God MC who invented the style
Only question left is
Who rounding out the top 5?
Well my name LT
Imma state the case
Pretty deep in it now
On the paper chase
But 2030 at your BBQs on Labor Day
You gon' bring the Monk up
And debate the name
We love roll call
Young Thug, Brent Faiyaz, Solange,
Smino, Travis Scott, PartyNextDoor,
Burna Boy, Ari Lennox, MoStack,
Dave, J Hus, Pop Smoke, SZA, Donald Glover, Denzel Curry, Daniel Caesar, Earl Sweatshirt, EARTHGANG, JID, Drake, Uzi, IAMDDB, GoldLink, Bas, Kendrick Lamar,
Isaiah Rashad, J. Cole, Joey Bad,
Topaz Jones, Judah Jump
Frank Ocean, H.E.R., 6LACK,
Sunni Colon, Freddie Gibbs, LION BABE, DVSN, Kaytranada, Migos, Wale,
Chance The Rapper, ROYOS,
Benny The Butcher, Jorja Smith,
Vince Staples, Noname, 03 Greedo, YG,
Ty Dolla Sign, Tyler The Creator, Le3 bLACK, Royce Da 5'9", Don Toliver, Anderson .Paak, AJ Tracey, Thundercat, Boogie,
Nipsey Hussle
We wanna thank you
For making our lives brighter
Here on LTTM 33.3
The Monastery Radio
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8. |
Ghost Writer
03:08
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Yo Deltoid
Gimme that trap shit
Flip a pack shit
Businessman till I'm ghost
Yeah
Give you that
Subprime
Loan
Know you can't pay that back
Did that shit on consignment
LT that Lehman bank
Bring about a Great Recession
Big drought
Can't sell that pack
Bring about a Great Depression
Speak easy
Sell that crack
Got NFL birds
Pit the Falcons vs the Eagles
Got 32 plugs
And we all looking regal
Might start a commission
They saying you good L
Start with a Kaepernickel
Putting niggas through hell
Move up to a dime
For this anthem
They'll still kneel
Then take it to a pound
I'm Carnegie in the steel mill
Then shoot em by the round
My competition fed a steel meal
Shit then I'm getting out
Like Lakeith and Lil Rel
Yeah only way I'm losing weight
Is if I'm deep in method acting
And the role demands I play the part
Of anorexic or a crack addict
Otherwise I'm stacking bricks
Like I seen the graph and the mathematics
Show the architecture must scrape the sky
It's showtime for this trap magic
My niggas at seminars
And any industry conference
At any bar with the confidence
Be a Genius and turn dirty Mack's incompetence
Into pimp shit
Burners out of them iPhones
By the time she finished apps
My main bitch got 5 on
Ain't stay for no main course
But rings
She leaving with 5 on
They try to wife her
But the only life
She be loyal to is this fly Don yeah
Kubrick
Woah
2 bricks to go
Like clockwork
My orange growers be moving the groves
Undercover
Make OJ white
Know that I kill it
Whichever way OJ slice
I take Florida fruit
And flood Miami Beach
Know that I got the juice
Tropicana in the streets
Nah
See I ain't even a drug dealer
Shoulda ghost wrote this shit
And sent it out to another nigga
Damn
Subprime
Loan
Know you can't pay that back
Did that shit on consignment
LT that Lehman bank
Bring about a Great Recession
Big drought
Can't sell that pack
Bring about a Great Depression
Speak easy
Sell that crack
This ad was paid for
By some real fucking players
Any dealers, thugs, killers
If you wanna rap
Drop some bars
Make an album
But you don't know
How to string these words
Come to the Monastery
LTtheMonk will be your ghost writer
Yeah yeah
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9. |
Mandy Moore
04:13
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I came here with no stronger desire
Than to last
And get my work done
Find a family to love
And adopt me
But must I adopt their values?
Leave me a blank face
Or can they secure my fate
And adopt mine?
Yeah
Jas
Rest In Peace
I need
I need my Kirk Franklin
Dose of Tyler Perry
Ain't no Buffalo Stance
With my Neneh Cherry
I need my hot sauce
Some OGs to tell me
How to lean
Make me duck when I walk
I'm Chuck Berry
Some Black life commentary
Share that living is scary
Even when a player ball
Ain't all Christmas merry
I'll tell Mandy Moore
Give you the facts mum
Coz that's what you need
When you adopting a Black son
I'm swearing that interference
Is better than disappearance
But it's apparent that parents
Are fucking with my appearance
I'm stepping out of the pool
So ashy and infinite
Amounts of SPF 50 really isn't
Cutting it dissonant
Sounds of skin friction
Wounds I need my moisturizer
While we groom
Ain't married to ideas
Of unbridled roots
Take a walk down the aisle
Walker's chemicals
There's a reason why I'm leaving
Biological
They're saying you'll fare better
When fair skin make the call
To read up on doctrines
Become adoptive
Son of white world
The superstar pops
But seeing curriculum
Accounts of alum
Whose brains have been washed
Or beaten down numb
They spewing some wild words
Some raisins in the sun
Or losing lawsuits
And jails they're buried under
I need my Kirk Franklin
Dose of Tyler Perry
Ain't no Buffalo Stance
With my Neneh Cherry
I need my hot sauce
Some OGs to tell me
How to lean
Make me duck when I walk
I'm Chuck Berry
Some Black life commentary
Share that living is scary
Even when a player ball
Ain't all Christmas merry
I'll tell Mandy Moore
Give you the facts mum
Coz that's what you need
When you adopting a Black son
Now we could talk of losing Christmas
Replaced with Kwanzaa
Chicken George or Jefferson
Instead of Costanza
Keep blackening berries
As the oppressed mantra
Link moves to minstrels
Socks to tap dancers
Talk of losing Christmas
Replaced with Kwanzaa
Chicken George or Jefferson
Instead of Costanza
Keep blackening berries
As the oppressed mantra
Link moves to minstrels
Socks to tap dancers
Something I hold onto
Something I forget
A history I've blocked
A pain that's present
A skull that's indented
Brain that's demented
Eyes so defensive
Never showing resentment
Tongue that reflects
A fast-moving culture
Rejecting the past
And embracing the mould
A body so independent
Leaning on the shoulder
Forbidden displays of complexity
Folds are 10 deep
My niggas is in deep
The women is envy
You thinking that getting the white-skinned
Will lend the
Spirit to get the American medley
But redemption deadly
Coz you'll never be
That
But mother can you embrace it
At once I'm in love with the racists
And so scared of anything they be saying
Going insane
And know I won't escape it
Need my Kirk Franklin
Dose of Tyler Perry
No Buffalo Stance
My Neneh Cherry
Need my hot sauce
OGs to tell me
Lean
Make me duck when I walk
Chuck Berry
Black life commentary
Share living is scary
When a player ball
All Christmas merry
Tell Mandy Moore
Give you the facts mum
Coz that's what you need
When you adopting a Black son
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Four Seasons
05:46
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LTthe
LTthe
Vino got me acting dumb
Vino got me acting dumb
I forget the country that I know these women from
If I can't account
Then I gotta do the sum
Two girls, one night
How many times I come
Hottest days of the year yeah
Of the year
Of the year yeah
Days of the year man
Do the right thing
Let the tension boil over
Let her cool on the emotion
Pour yourself a rum and soda
Then it's back to the rough sex
Full of subtext
Each base
We touching a different subject
Soft tissue
Know ain't best to misuse
You depend on this dude
Feel it when I kiss you
Over Summer
Over Summer
She got
Thick thighs over Summer
Got a ride over Summer
Old guy was a runner
July done done him
August unplugged
You said you over Summer
But now you looking to fall
Way more than Summer loving
How you only 21 talking 'bout a midlife crisis?
If I'm 24 now
Mean I gotta wife it
By 29
Get a good 16
When the hook comes
Nigga scream RIP
Thick thighs over Summer
Got a ride over Summer
Old guy was a runner
July done done him
August unplugged
You said you over Summer
But now you looking to fall
Way more than Summer loving
Thick thighs over Summer
Got a ride over Summer
Old guy was a runner
July done done him
August unplugged
You said you over Summer
But now you looking to fall
Way more than Summer loving now
Yo I like the Chevy
Impala a symbol
You find your freedom
In a cherry temple
My Monastery real plain and simple
My holy body
But yours has been through
Endless benders
Felt defenceless
When he fucked your friend
And no chance forgetting
Hole descending
But girl I get it
I'm hibernating when the winter set in
Been David tryna find a rider
Instead who break in
Sexy Goliath
Come to break my heart
A liar
When they start so deep
And you try to rise to
Their level
You pledge commitment
No shoulder chips
So you're never dipping
But suddenly
The wires tripped
And they disconnect
And you piercing tissue
See the pain I calm the bleeding
This relation been the darkest season
Try to help you
But the scars are leading
You to hurt me
No fucking reason
Felt the pain
And you calmed the bleeding
Weren't supposed to be the darkest season
Try to help you
But the scars are leading
You to hurt me I'm fucking leaving
Thick thighs over Summer
Got a ride over Summer
Old guy was a runner
July done done him
August unplugged
You said you over Summer
But now you looking to fall
Way more than Summer loving
Thick thighs over Summer
Got a ride over Summer
Old guy was a runner
July done done him
August unplugged
You said you over Summer
But now you looking to fall
Way more than Summer loving now
I thought it was way more than Summer loving
More than a fall crush
But this winter
When you're home for the holiday
I hope your Mom asks about me
Running back on your Daddy's favourite team looks like me
Shit
I'd be running back too
If I were
Nah I'm feeling gratitude
Giving thanks
Give thanks for the management
For the family
For the mandem
The pretty women anchoring
The States, UK and Canada
The wine flowing
It fill a canal in Panama
For the management
For the family
For the mandem
The pretty women anchoring
The States, UK and Canada
The wine flowing
It fill a canal in Panama
Give thanks for the Winter
No bitterness
Back to my peaceful centre
Learnt this all trial and error
No coach no wise old mentor
No time ice queen agenda
No time spent
Trying to avenge her
Gonna spring back up we better
Take that season
Bookend her
You say you grown
Unfettered
By the past
No chance vendettas
Gonna creep back up
To dead us
It's just us two
Man bless us
My gratitude is tempered
By the pain
And all that led us
Up to this
Fortune teller
Are we still the prey of terror?
You know I love her when I
You know I love her when I
You know I love her when I
Where boredom disaster
Excitement surviving
Drama is thriving
So when we build a life
It's a white picket fence
Green grass
Fresh scents
Blood stains on the lawn
On the Chevrolet dents
Still feel romance
Drive off sunsets
It's a time of rebirth
Pretend we first met
Over that one glass
Merlot in the sun
Order another large
Imma start acting dumb
Damn
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LTtheMonk Hamilton, Ontario
Originally from London, UK, LTtheMonk fell in love with hip-hop at just eight years old, when the music ignited a lifelong passion. An eclectic musical upbringing set LT off on a journey to becoming a musician himself. LT has since carved a reputation as a vibrant and compelling talent. LT aims to fuse dance music with hip-hop and pop to create his own unique sound. ... more
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