The Wayward One - LTthe lyrics

[Intro] When you see me at the shows Or when you write my details on the envelopes And you're thinking how to address me Well I suppose LT or Monk Never 'the' though... LTtheBohemian LTtheWordPlaya LTtheShaolinTempleRhymeSlayer [Verse] Call me the coach like Junior Damon Wayans n***alodeon even like Kel and Kenan LTtheBohemian So Afeni in the way I got the Pac foundation So much weight on being real I won't even say ra** clart cause I don't want to sound Ja-faking Rides I'm taking Unaware of my trajectory I be susceptible to the pain I'm heavily affected By the thoughts of if I'll make it Where I'm gonna fit in May end up a dead end but f** it I'll live in The moment Now I got Richard Pryor's booster Rapping till I got more millions than Brewster Gems like Obey Your Thirst Like I'm chop and screwed up With the dirty Sprite Way I'm 'repping the South like dirty Nikes Cause even when you can't see the logo You know where I roam though [Hook] I'm L T T H E Wasn't proud to say I was from BR3 Always thought it wasn't where you from But where you at But where you find the Monk? In the Temple with the raps In the Temple with the raps In the Temple with the raps [Verse 2] LTtheWordPlaya Been a voice for the kids that really hear me Homies really with me Only hit the d** with those that I trust I might be so euphoric a description is a must Like this high is godly For all I know I just got Bill Cosby'd Wake up in the morning with a Hollywood type Whose face be so co*ky Telling me the infamous date rape is her hobby So I got to be LTtheWiseOne Seeing n***as die some Way across the water But that sh** be feeling like it happened round the corner As a result Time to abort the Vision of a pretty picture We living in a world where the parents ain't together And you ain't share full blood with your bruv or sister But we ain't call them half It's 100 or nothing [Hook 2] You got Redman, Method Man and Duffman No I'm the Monk man Bringing the funk man Ah sh**, I should have just flipped the 1st hook Man, it's the Monk man It's the Monk man, it's the Monk man It's the Monk man LTtheMonk-Freeman in this Peace to Huey, Riley and Django [Verse 3] I'm LTtheShaolinTempleRhymeSlayer Give me Dave Chappelle, Questlove and John Mayer Riff will make the white kids peel back the layers The drummer makes the black kids rewind the players... LTthe Yo can I ever wear that fine Lo? Can I get a chick that be looking as fine as J-Lo? Can I get made in Manhattan Dirty on the low? Can I get a clean sweep Dominate award show? Can I get around the world? That Maya Angelou Can I be the Black Messiah? On my D'Angelo Yo can I open up Behind the velvet rope? And can I stick my Charles Dickens deep inside her throat? The Monk is running the London Dungeon No fun in dealing this sh** in abundance If runners won't bring my ruckus So brothers get on the corner And s**ers I'll make redundant But before you hit the mortuary Better have my money So Rih Sorry Rihanna but my dreams of f**ing R&B b**hes So out of hand If I make it out to Los Angeles I may release the plan that Borat had for Pamela Put you in the bag bring you back to London and marry ya' So if you're signing CDs And you look up and see these nuts You ain't getting Punk'd It's the BBC Monk Yeah look up Come and see these nuts Oh no you ain't getting Punk'd You've seen the BBC Monk