Monument - Lloyd Banks

Angels raisin' up, demons fall when I move the pen

Lend me your ear, ya bleed a tear

Ain’t no fouler story to win

Confidence rendered hardly and finally got no more room to sin

How brutal this movie been

Ball till my Judas' do me in

My sound’s Peruvian

Big barrels mergin' addin' the Uzi in

Burn down the studio, high off the fumes again

Abuse the pens

Snuck out the noose again

Fuck off the tombs come in

Coupes’ll spin

And loads of stupid shit

Sought out a few should win

Royal blooded bread to be crowned throne to live lone

Each poem leveled in stone

Beach bound better for zone

These clowns don’t know no better

Rebound, strut up the drum

You ain’t ridin'? Get out the car and take your bitch ass home

Sit ain’t no mistake

You lift the burden rate as we regurgitate

Evil won’t eat off the urban plate

I watch them serve the steak

Stupid niggas off the curb with hate

You have the nerve to break

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, been alive, got the word too late

You won’t get nothin' you don’t deserve, I had to work for that

King story they depend on me, there ain’t no turnin' back

They gone do it all for attention, ain’t got no words for that

Caught trippin', slippin' off point, fall in a murder trap

Money on my mind can’t keep my mind off that

Ain’t no turnin' back

Tip your fuckin' brim to the monument

Before I bomb you with

Land my hand grenade

Rocket launchers shit, my responsers flip

I’m prompt to hit your sponsorship

They want my mind to slip

Minus we’ll grab some hostages

Rivals cut off the chopperless

Bring me accomplishments

You dummies lost somethin' in my expense

Belong beside the bench

My passport flipped in all continents

You couldn’t buy suspense

The streets stay jumpin' ain’t no time to flinch

Two times for optimists

Fresh shot of lint and a pot to piss

Fear the apocalypse

Everything’s movin', won’t stop the shit

Like I forgot my gift

I got 'em all wrapped

Few blocks of this

Layin' on the top convinced

Lower expectations and conversations about these pricks

Money droppin' out the six

Lost in the action

Refused then I make it happen

Back against the wall again, fast forwardin'

More than average then

This hip hop shit done got to

Where you rap to be popular

Feelin’s flash in the promter

Gotcha where they want ya

You won’t be nothin' you don’t deserve, I had to work for that

King story they depend on me, there ain’t no turnin' back

They gone do it all for attention, ain’t got no words for that

Caught trippin', slippin' off point, fall in a murder trap

Money on my mind can’t keep my mind off that

Ain’t no turnin' back