Caste

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 pussy
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 pussy
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 class
Because of my register
But I'm at the top of the class
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 glass
Sip something and bask
In the glory of LT & the full caste
Hip flask or glass
Sip something and bask
In the glory of LT & the full caste