Monument Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]
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