[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