2 Days In Brooklyn
LTtheMonk
GENRE
[Intro]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
This is
The start of the piece
Call it the foreword
Hope you take it deep
Don’t fast forward
Foreshadow
Sum it up
4 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
[DJ Papi Face Radio Interlude]
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
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
This is
The start of the piece
Call it the foreword
Hope you take it deep
Don’t fast forward
Foreshadow
Sum it up
4 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
[DJ Papi Face Radio Interlude]
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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