LTtheMonk - Caste lyrics

Imagine if [Verse 1] The domestic terrorist Straight from the Boondocks Was in everybody's 21st century boombox Head to the phone Call my nigs Say I made it Hearing this song playing Radiating through the train Blow traders couldn't even trade blows with the Monk The flow's too dope And ready to blow up From the brain to a fresh page To the web page and pay To the use of all these samples making album delays Give you a little of a lot Cause we sample based And the Monastery Made of a small sample base And I gotta say I give credits to my brothers [Hook] I give credits to my brothers Like Tommy asking Chuckie For his sister's Asian p**y And she give it up lovely And a starring role For my sister's too Half caste to a full cast How we rule [Verse 2] Swivel in the chair Visions of the Godfather Tryna think how I can get these chicks with Horse hair weave To give me head in the bed Don't scream Until I see the blood walk in Yeah that be Frank Sinatra from the Black Pack Mr J Carter know just where my plans at Baby boy on the Underground Railroad Testing the Tube Informing commuters what I'm 'bout to do And like you forming computers Check the program dude Giving credit to my brothers Word is distribute Control what we supplying "Okay we trying" Seeing some other fams And giving them high fives But if I got a fives Ain't no one I'm getting high with But the Corleones Spaghetti hoop dreams like Sergio Leone In the West Or Sergio Mendes Cause it's mas que nada When I rhyme fresh Yes yes [Hook] I'm giving credits to my brothers Like Tommy asking Chuckie For his sister's Asian p**y And she give it up lovely And a starring role For my sister's too Half caste to a full cast How we rule Half to a full Let that ride for a bit [Verse 3] They saying that I'm lower cla** Because of my register But I'm at the top of the cla** Check the register Sweeter than the season of gum diseasing I'm seizing Any opportunity to give my fans tricky treats With Nikes or Converses Carpet weaving a beat Inspiration is perfect Woody in every seat On the Deep South of campus So freestyles in lecture halls Might be called My negro spirituals Spirits all Distilled in my city It's still with me London all on the label Come and mix with me [Hook 2] Hip flask or gla** Sip something and bask In the glory of LT & the full caste Hip flask or gla** Sip something and bask In the glory of LT & the full caste