Gourmet

Lyrics for Gourmet

Get out the kitchen, nigga Cookin' in this motherfucker right now Crack a crustacean, garlic butter and shallots in the basin Weak line, cook serve Olive Garden patrons Me? I'd rather rule in hell, sautés for Satan Work Vikings, gristle on the apron Hold down my station Small potatoes like 7-Elevens and gas stations Masked up, I can afford to be gasfacin' Spit like a wine tastin' Bust Mr Wayne, pistol-whip Dick Grayson Never panic, walk patient Pick up the shell casings Leave microphone chalk tracings Run Ds MCs like Jam Master Jason And live forever in headphones and basements Hahaha You're so dumb You don't even see the riches you're treading on with your own feet Hahaha Home Run Kings, rumor mill says our mics' corked Allow me to retort, take them out the park (clack) Big green monsters get sparked for sport Soundclashes get fought Smoke clears, stick 'em with the fork Still tender, three-day bender Bloody diamonds never lost they splendor Go postal, any beef return to sender Spin doctor, sick style-blender Ill purée, over your head, skill toupée Tattered fatigues with the knockoff AK Third World classics Like military coups, and better shooting through plastics Automatics for the people Howardson's for the sequel, shoot 'tll we equal I made my bed but have no intention of lying in it 'til I'm dead Blood scratching his head like, "I ain't hear a word you said" That's okay money grip, just pass the Lambsbread, honey-dipped (Niggas finna stay out of jail? Alright, here you go) How to stay out of jail, the simple answer, don't break the law But since you're black, that'll only get you so far Better idea, don't smoke in the car And if you do, stash the hunk in your shoe Don't listen to your crew They always get locked, fuck can they tell you? Another thing, cops come, you better run It's not important if you dirty or not son Chances are somebody with you got weed or a gun And if they get away, Bo's gon' clamp you anyway On some shit like, "Oh, that's how you wanna play?" Cuffed up, crackers all in your drawers all day Trust me, that'll ruin your day Especially when they say, you fitting the description Welcome to the system You'll be going to jail If they don't kill you first We need better guns, more of them