Kris Amerikos - Recipe | Текст песни

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the track is my potatoe, i peel back all the layers
prepare it many different ways, to give it different flavors
on the outside its dirty, on the inside its greater
just remember with each bite, that the taste should be savored
u can use it as a weapon, shoot it from a cannon
and as it hits the audience, their minds'll start expandin
but make sure ur stuff is good enough to be outstandin
cuz even irish luck can get u stuck in a famine
u are what u eat, so if u eat alotta shit
u kno that imma spit u out, just like an olive pit
rappers are like milk, and me, i've been boiled
im sick, cuz I listened to you spit and you're spoiled
we need the olive pit because it comes with oil
potato goes on top and it gets wrapped up in foil
I increase the temp to about 200 C
and nobody recognizes you under me

you rappers are like snack food, learn how to rap dude

bite-sized, matter fact, gimme that
I told u nice guys, that ull always finish last
And the track is my omellete, choped it n flipped
If im on it, its garnished, and not benedict
No breads not a problem, problems get fixed
Its no way to solve em, callin the pigs
With bacon I just throw some cheese in the mix
And wait for enough to absorb, with a spliff
They askin who cheffin, they say his names Chris
When askin a question, address me as this
Ill snatch it right off of the plate where it sits
And add in the primary ingredient
I put in my passion, I put in my wit
Salty is not me, so don’t be a bitch


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