Welcome to my mind
Keep up with my time
Let me start it slow
Blowing out all my dro
Going through my lines
Drop off another dime
Wonder if my rhymes
Visualized by the blind
Man you drop the beat, I eat it
Meters up elite a leader
Fire breathing dragon, eater
Spread the butter on the pita
Sparking up the weed, I need it
Pouring out another liter
Yoda-Vader I am speakin
Weeks been good, I think I'm peakin
I'm sending out this f*cking beacon
Listen to me on the weekend
Light it up and get it wreaking
USA the land of demons
Im entertaining fantasies
The panties on the banister
Quit playin games, I'm through with geekin
Freaking through these canisters
Take these songs I f*cked the feature
Devilish without the preacher
Reaching for my crucifix
You keeping up I'll solo team it
Reaping on these benefits
Of being chef and now Im Beamin
Huddle up my competition
Puke on them like Willie Beamon
I walk through flames
I cook it up
I'll wash the dishes
Fill my cup
Breakdown fishes
Serve you duck
Serve you up
I'll wish you luck
Chef Mal - Cook It Up (feat. Styla the Northway) Lyrics
Chef Mal - Cook It Up (feat. Styla the Northway) Lyrics
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Welcome to my mind
Keep up with my time
Let me start it slow
Blowing out all my dro
Going through my lines
Drop off another dime
Wonder if my rhymes
Visualized by the blind
Man you drop the beat, I eat it
Meters up elite a leader
Fire breathing dragon, eater
Spread the butter on the pita
Sparking up the weed, I need it
Pouring out another liter
Yoda-Vader I am speakin
Weeks been good, I think I'm peakin
I'm sending out this f*cking beacon
Listen to me on the weekend
Light it up and get it wreaking
USA the land of demons
Im entertaining fantasies
The panties on the banister
Quit playin games, I'm through with geekin
Freaking through these canisters
Take these songs I f*cked the feature
Devilish without the preacher
Reaching for my crucifix
You keeping up I'll solo team it
Reaping on these benefits
Of being chef and now Im Beamin
Huddle up my competition
Puke on them like Willie Beamon
I walk through flames
I cook it up
I'll wash the dishes
Fill my cup
Breakdown fishes
Serve you duck
Serve you up
I'll wish you luck
Keep up with my time
Let me start it slow
Blowing out all my dro
Going through my lines
Drop off another dime
Wonder if my rhymes
Visualized by the blind
Man you drop the beat, I eat it
Meters up elite a leader
Fire breathing dragon, eater
Spread the butter on the pita
Sparking up the weed, I need it
Pouring out another liter
Yoda-Vader I am speakin
Weeks been good, I think I'm peakin
I'm sending out this f*cking beacon
Listen to me on the weekend
Light it up and get it wreaking
USA the land of demons
Im entertaining fantasies
The panties on the banister
Quit playin games, I'm through with geekin
Freaking through these canisters
Take these songs I f*cked the feature
Devilish without the preacher
Reaching for my crucifix
You keeping up I'll solo team it
Reaping on these benefits
Of being chef and now Im Beamin
Huddle up my competition
Puke on them like Willie Beamon
I walk through flames
I cook it up
I'll wash the dishes
Fill my cup
Breakdown fishes
Serve you duck
Serve you up
I'll wish you luck
Writer: Malachai Hilt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid