Chef Mal - Intermissions Lyrics

I walk
Throw in the towel
Upset ya bowels While I rhyme every vowel
Crazy super powers
Like the kid who hooked on powder
That's why I kept a rule
Only smoking on the flower

Sixty five Spruce
Ever since i had a crew
We always wanted rap
Which we now get to do
We meditate in waves
Then we booming out the booth
I think I'm getting comfy
I'm taking off my shoes

Chef do the c-walk
As he's pissin On a fiat
Looking sexy talkin sheeat
Give a shoutout to a xi-na
I just ate a couple beans
Now I'm feeling like a Jesus
Turnin water into tea
And turnin trees up into weed ah

Still turning up
Bitch We rapping on the counter
Turning up yah party
Till the moon a coming down ah
Speakers blasting out
Turn the sound to astounded
Early morning hours
An we swervin through the town slick

I go by the chef
In the kitchen I'm the sous
I keep making music
Still I haven't heard a boo
This beats from Australia
Man the genies coming through
You f*ckin with the crew
You gonn end up as a who

We cooking up summer, in the winter
Whole f*ckin clique, is attentive
Stripping off the linen, get offended
Compartment in my car filled with things that get me barred

Walking down the halls cast magic summon instruments, floatin round some bras and Undressed appendages, Genie's out the lamp an he grantin it unlimited, spending all my time making run on a sentences

Mal up in the gym outrunning all you bitches
Chef in the kitchen, straight pissin in the dishes
Wishing you were me, genie or apparition
It starts with ambition dedicated to a system

I'll hit you with a chair, if you saying I don't care
I wanna run this game, have you call me the player
I always spit the truth, f*ck picking up a dare
Lifting up my weight like I'm stacking up my tare

Trust me, I'm not gaspin lyrics aren't savage
Eighteen months straight murderin the rappin
I'll put it in the casket Is rather kinda tragic
The way I flow the tempo Got all you bitches Clappin