Consumption

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, I'm hungry, hungry? Chef boysandardee [Verse 1] If you put socrates in Sauconys Added the father, son, and spirit And had him living off his rap despite the fact that no one even hear it You may have fashioned Wait Add a little juju From Juju, Psycho les, and Fashion Bake until you're flabbergasted One spoon of Sun Tzu, kung fu, and grapplin' Jackie Chan, Charlie Chaplin, Tracy Chapman Cool on a pedestal till fire's finished cracklin' Then put on some goggles, peep the chemical reaction Season with the sasón of an assassin Add tumeric, and oregano Slice it with a saber, serve a slice to captain save-a-hoe When his convulsions is done, he'll start talking in tongues but don't let him take any Tums Or Rolaids After he writhes the whole day He'll live a life that's full where he won't die of old age The transformation from the homemade Whole grain Will heal your whole brain So have a whole plate, free your membrane from the mundane This chow more savory than a steak It even come in powder, you can take it in a shake Or bake it in a cake Don't think of taking it in vein Or taking it in vain Afterwards you'll never be the same You'll never be restrained You'll never save Any given morning you might wake up on the 7 train Bypass the apprenticeships and master 7 trades And swear off medicine to meditate And stare at people menacing should they have sentiments for setting straight But spill it and your shirt's forever stained Your shirt's forever changed Your shirt will turn a different shade and fit a different way You'll look at that shirt differently You'll start to wear it every day Maybe even in the shower That's the power of devouring The flour and the sugar that is sweeter than the virginal deflowering Filling like top billing Hearty like a house party You may have to cop the party pack Like on Halloween you copped the smarties packs Smarty pants Give it to the kids, they'll grow big and strong Tell em they could have it for dessert if they finish they chicken parm That's why your oven timer sound like ticking bomb And the roaches in your kitchen gone And your vision's strong And your hearing's clear And your sense of smell can smell every cell That's the element of Melle Mel That make your belly yell That's that Manu Chao That make your heart sing when your stomach growl Smack it up, flip it, rub it down Marinate it over night it gets you right Bet your life