LTtheMonk - Tyndall the Monk lyrics

[Intro] LTthe Is hip-hop a religion? Or a science? [Verse 1] Unemployment is synonymous With time to write rhymes So in them texts you dropping Like what's in the pipeline It's a pen and pad But serving a side of fries Would be nice To take me back to that NY State Of Mind I, was there half a year ago Now when you hear the flow Evidence of a dope MC is empirical Scientific yet the name has religious traditions William Tyndall 1st to write the Bible in English But check the physics And the Tyndallization Sterilizing your food for thought So what I'm saying Doesn't poison your core Or get rotten like an apple core It leads to knowledge like Adam & Eve eating apples in the garden Under the same tree Where one fell on Newton and he found gravity So I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree 'Cause we always advancing from the antiquity Yeah, we tryna know more Steve Jobs made Apple computers So he could show more The Beatles on Apple Records I think's that showing 4 Reasons why music and the mind is like Newton's Laws It's all the force And Tyndall's got it [Hook] Raise your L in the sky (If you feel it raise your L) Got it down to a T (Got it down to a T) I be the Monk Raise your L in the sky (If you feel it raise your L) Got it down to a T (Got it down to a T) I be the Monk A religion or a science A religion or a science I'm looking for the science [Verse 2] I got a rhyme for every occasion Like desserts for Albanians And I got more layers than Baklava I better pray to Jah That I can get them good times back But so far They getting further away The balls curve in a way That nostalgia becomes the word of the day But I can't hit Hit the limit Cursing the day When I hit the peak of happiness Nursing the sugar cane So to the raps I hand it Keep Snatching and travelling Hoping they understand it Like Brad Pitt's Irish accent 'Cause if I don't have it The pen, pad and the canvas To spit fire I may as well cremate myself See if my spirit's higher Somewhere is there a heaven for a Monk? Or dare not to be done And send me back to Chamber one Of the hip-hop Temple no disillusion Ever enters my temple Never stuck in a rut I just stick it to the man and hands they stick 'em up What They stick 'em up They stick 'em up