Lyrics Cooking Up - Harry Mack

Yeah, from the top
Hit you non-stop
We ain't never gonna flop
Yeah, this that real Hip-Hop
Harry Mack, your boy Bubs
Back at you with the shit you really love
Come on, you better turn this shit up
Come on, yeah, yeah

Hey yo, my flow's enrichened
I hit 'em from a distance when spittin'
It's Harry Mack, these rappers runnin' better stay hidden
They flippin' like Flapjacks, I come with the fat raps
Ayo, I'm never approximating, I'm that exact cat
Getting to it, spitting fluid in all directions you can feel this
Never fakin', Mack gone bring the realness
Yeah, difficult to deal with, certainly
Rappers talkin' shit, but it seems they never hurtin' me

I'm behind the curtain hittin' the J then comin' out on stage
Spittin the phrase that rip em' away
I'm strippin' all of the wack ones out of the scene
Ayo, my mom see me shinin', she be proud of my dreams
I'm risin' further, serve ya, murder up on a platter
Compared to all these rappers, my lyrics be soundin' fatter
Hittin' MCs hard from the streets to the venue
On some Michelin 3-star get to peepin' the menu we cooking

Crank that heat, we ready to cook
Old school beats and the heaviest hooks
Won't find this in your recipe books
One taste off the spoon, and I'm ready to shook
Crank that heat, we ready to cook
Old school beats and the heaviest hooks
Won't find this in your recipe books
One taste and I'm ready to shook
I tried to tell 'em yo

Yo, they already be shook from what we be spittin'
All this shit's off the books
It's non-written, they hear the fact and like, "He must be kiddin'"
No, me must prepare it
Now I'm the one they scared of once they get the livin' proof
Ayo, I spit two-hundred proof
It's never watered down, I slaughter clowns, that's just my profession
I just be the teacher, when I speak, I teach a lesson
You better understand I spit the shit you couldn't comprehend
Ayo, it's Harry Mack your career is now on the end

I push you off the cliff, high like spliff
Lit like Nag Champa, the sickest swag monster
I'm fresh, like veggies out the produce aisle
Ayo, it's Harry Mack been gettin' so loose since a child
Ain't nothin' change, my lyrics are strange
Leave the whole entire game rearranged with the flames
Yeah, yeah, and it cannot be debated
Message is final press at the vinyl we properly played it

Crank that heat, we ready to cook
Old school beats and the heaviest hooks
Won't find this in your recipe books
One taste off the spoon, and I'm ready to shook
Crank that heat, we ready to cook
Old school beats and the heaviest hooks
Won't find this in your recipe books
One taste and I'm ready to shook
I tried to tell 'em yo

Crank that heat, we ready to cook
Old school beats and the heaviest hooks
Won't find this in your recipe books
One taste off the spoon, and I'm ready to shook
Crank that heat, we ready to cook
Old school beats and the heaviest hooks
Won't find this in your recipe books
One taste and I'm ready to shook
I tried to tell 'em yo