The Recipe

Any song could be my last one with how things looking
I ain't even got no shows cuz no venues booking
But I be cooking for the loyal customers
Who like my cheffing
I modified the recipe but kept the shit left in

You could dissect
Every flow that I direct
Straight crack in a Pyrex
So live throw five dead bodies and I bet
That I resurrect with a live set
Handle the rock and avoid the block with a side step

Can't fit in my shoes
They got nothing up in my size left
Rap been mine
Ever since the moment our eyes met
Can't relate to surprise threats
Kill them off ain't no guys left
Rhyme deaf
I let them talk and I took his dying breath

Got flows in the bag
I'm froze in the lab
The dros in the zag
And when I leave I doze in the slab
Cuz I been up
And I ain't going to come down

They say I'm up next
That's a proper assessment
I coulda been on but I stopped to cop a refreshment
I'm pressed with
Stressed with
Using the skills I'm blessed with
It's easy to rest when I press yes and the Netflix

Inquire bout the damn show
I been thinking I can blow
Cooling out in the van low
Executing the plan slow
Really hope my fans know
When I'm rocking a grand flow
Coming straight from the man soul
Only rap what I can show Van Gogh

I'm mad nice with a brush
Every stroke gets me high
I stab mics for the rush
Like glass pipes and the dust
No max height for the lust
The plaques right on the cusp
Just ask mike and I bust

With no warning
I took an oath and I'm sworn in
I rep the year that I'm born in
I season you on the foreman
If you think you really raw
(Yeah)
If you think you really raw



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Ekwuaju
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