Dark Italians

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh

[Chorus]
Party in Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos

[Verse 1]
I love my baby Hamilton
And her Sicilian sister
Double date
It’s in my image
To buy 'em both a pitcher
Maybe Lucas
Complete the 4-some
And give the ride a jump
To takе us to the pictures
Sicily is pining for something to think of homе
Her sis is undecided
Divided between her cultures
I’m getting inspired
Want a classic for the cult
A young wannabe Don
LT Corleone
No syndicate of crime
But a syncopated rhyme
A syndicated series
The greatest of all time
Ain’t hitting soprano
I’m more in the baritone
Life’s hitting fever pitch
And I’m matching semitones
Never off
Wife made me the boss
Take her name
I’m LH the Monk
Double-barrel if you cross
I’m Tyndall-Hamilton
Where I’m at and where I’m from
Both repped
New Jersey like Bruce born to run
Springsteen
Way more than a spring chicken
Spring it on teens that the spirit is still kicking
Flood the whole city
Drugs Seattle rain
King of Blue Magic
See a drug-addled reign
Name
It be LTtheMonk
The place never sunken
Rants might be drunken
Still reveal nothing
Too much
Control perception
What I publish
All in the name of mastering the puppets

[Chorus]
Party in Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
Racalmuto
Yeah

[Verse 2]
We dark Italians
Raiders no Marcus Allen
Our lost ark is art
That travels through Gary Indiana
If my jewels is Michaels
Then when you see me on the wall of fame
My chassés gone strike through
Pirouettes that
Turn into 2 steps
If Dr. King’s words were violence begets
Violence
That means the result of my style
Is many stylish women who come into my sight
The Negro Neapolitan
Chocolate in the origin
Made her way to Naples
Vanilla a modification
The touch of strawberry
I’m tasting
The cherry on top
Her fruit
My cock tailing son
Call me Davidson
The way this harlot
Is in her biker shorts
And riding me till the morning
One
Fly Donna bellissima Madrina
Gimme capo
While the money in the cleaners

[Chorus]
Party in Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro
In Racalmuto
We stay mute though
Hushed tones in the presence of prosciutto
More Moors coming through to get the kudos
We dark Italians
The blood line is puro