The Recipe
Welcome to the recipe comin through with empathy
When the chef is on the mic you know he's spittin breathlessly
Now that's my destiny rippin mics endlessly you know the chef is iller than patients with leprosy
So now you me as the one and only who's rhymes are always mastered Obi Wan Kenobi
Wait who's that? you know its Chef Borges cant find a style like mine its too gorgeous
Shouts out to the legends who have done it the best including KRS, Big L, and a tribe called quest
I confess, I cant forget DOOM always gonna be bop their music till i'm dead under a tomb
I've been thinkin and i wonder ill be 6 feet deep way under music never dies, we'll still be rollin thunder
Droppin bombs with a mic between my palms you know we boppin Sunday with a bible and some psalms
Back in the day as a kid i used to stutter now i leave other rappers all shook and make them shutter
When i utter i'm smooth like butter Borges will make you mutter when he's choppin with the cutter
The chef is on the grind when it comes all through the mind
So go unwind take a seat and hear what i've designed
Yeah you know its me and yea better know it who ever thought a chef could be a funky type of poet
And yes i wrote it, i'm not a fake or an impostor, the recipe featuring the crew you know the roster
In the genre i foster but you know i'm like a monster let me eat em' up like a trout, shrimp or lobster
When the chef is on the mic you know he's spittin breathlessly
Now that's my destiny rippin mics endlessly you know the chef is iller than patients with leprosy
So now you me as the one and only who's rhymes are always mastered Obi Wan Kenobi
Wait who's that? you know its Chef Borges cant find a style like mine its too gorgeous
Shouts out to the legends who have done it the best including KRS, Big L, and a tribe called quest
I confess, I cant forget DOOM always gonna be bop their music till i'm dead under a tomb
I've been thinkin and i wonder ill be 6 feet deep way under music never dies, we'll still be rollin thunder
Droppin bombs with a mic between my palms you know we boppin Sunday with a bible and some psalms
Back in the day as a kid i used to stutter now i leave other rappers all shook and make them shutter
When i utter i'm smooth like butter Borges will make you mutter when he's choppin with the cutter
The chef is on the grind when it comes all through the mind
So go unwind take a seat and hear what i've designed
Yeah you know its me and yea better know it who ever thought a chef could be a funky type of poet
And yes i wrote it, i'm not a fake or an impostor, the recipe featuring the crew you know the roster
In the genre i foster but you know i'm like a monster let me eat em' up like a trout, shrimp or lobster
Credits
Writer(s): Chef Borges
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