Songtexte Master Chef - 3g

Head on a swivel, triple G too valued
Move in I raise the property value
Walk in the room, I don't want no salute
Space general, I don't command the humans
I just need bands from humans
I just need land from humans
I don't need friends from humans
Cookin' up addin' the spices so Cumin

Cookin' up good, so we bouta eat up
I don't trust no one, don't share the clean up
Sweeping the dirt, all they slack I beam up
Might do it all, and ride in a Beamer

Verses can only get meaner
The hoodie a scary demeanor
But only if that's how you see 'em
The paper can only get greener
Blue stripe earn that like Adidas
I could care less about feelings
Presently it's only vibes that I'm feeling
Sometimes I rap while preaching and sometimes I rap without meaning
But I cannot rap without purpose although I get nervous
Although I'm a new sound and nobody heard this
This is my bloodline, this is my veins
This is my clockwork, gears in my brain
I cannot say for this I'll be hanged
Till death I serve God, that's only his place
But not far down music, and them beats that bang
Kick and the snare and the hats, I could eat all of it just for an afternoon snack

Cookin' up good, so we bouta eat up
I don't trust no one, don't share the clean up
Sweeping the dirt, all they slack I beam up
Might do it all, and ride in a Beamer

Might just have Scotty beam me up some bars
Can I get somebody worthy to spar? Man I still got ways to go before I get up to that par
But I just been doing my part, and honestly who could ever Rob me?
Who could ever Level me?
Who could ever stop me?
Feelin so beasty I put on the hoodie
I lean to the front: Jackson, call that A Boogie
Recycle the trash, Reuse for some heat
Reduce all the boys tryna knock me off my feet
Couple years get designer then trade at swap meet
Buy a new bus for Ron DMC
Play my position, I run the Emcee
Then it's down buss for all my fam'ly
I ain't in a bubble Mrs. Sandy
But I ain't gon cuss like a sailor
They gettin' mad, I'ma derail-er

Cookin up good, so we bouta eat up
I don't trust no one, don't share the clean up
Sweeping the dirt, all they slack I beam up
Might do it all, and ride in a Beamer

Cookin up good, so we bouta eat up
I don't trust no one, don't share the clean up
Sweeping the dirt, all they slack I beam up
Might do it all, and ride in a Beamer