Recipe {prod. Anno Domini, recorded at Ключевская} (Екатеринбург, Россия - 2011)
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