T. Smozz - The Chef Lyrics

Yo this is actually
Countin' stacks do it gradually
Fully charged battery
Like a Marty movie a masterpiece
Vocabulary anatomy
Rhymes longer than salaries
Yeah I'm keepin' a tally
A summer home in Italy
I'm smokin' za down in Napoli
While I'm cruisin' through galleries
Got collector mentality
Holy man typa gravity
Smozzin devil's depravity
Compliments to the chef
Buddah got me cookin' stuff that I don't wanna forget
Arnold classic how I'm gonna be usin' this beat to flex
Yeah the flow be droppin' bombs
It's like I'm spittin' on Flex
Scorin' the most, the best
A fantasy typa flex
Like a hail mary tossed to Megatron
Yo I'm blessed

Chasin' the paper
Put some respect on this mane
I ain't even tryin'
You be catchin' me when I'm tame
Yo tay, I see you makin' a name
Initial effort on par with the likes of Citizen Kane
A classic right out the gates
Feelin' Golden
Weavin' through these lines like I'm Tate
Best from the West of the Mitten
No it ain't up for debate
Makin' somethin' outta nothin'
Always tryna create
Never leavin' scraps on the table
I finish my plate