Got the Recipe

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yo, [?] we got another one my nigga (2009 shit) Ayo Bronson (What up?) Ayo [?] (What up?) Straight up man I'm here with the motherfuckin' [?] they way that nigga serves 'em up (That's right) Know what I mean? (Yeah) We got tenderloin in the oven right now ([?] just to find the truffles) Steak rub nigga nigga (That's word) Ayo, ayo, ayo (That's word) [Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren] Yo I progress steadily, move with integrity Clock cheddar heavily, word that's the recipe Exceptionally ill with this rap shit, get back [?] Like [?] I can show you hot the Mac spit But I ain't talkin' bout [?] been liver Had a few fucked up years, [?] a survivor Type to stay on my job not a resignеr I was just a minor gettin' head in a reclinеr Making moves major night fiend with a pager White, Puerto Rican, black, had chicks in every flavor Substances that you savor, selling it to your neighbor They never going down, I keeps 'em on me, escalader Stupidly stupendous [?] Use to sip [?] when we crack bottles on the benches That's that QU shit that I kick from the heart My rhyme book belongs in the modern museum of art [Chorus: Action Bronson] Mind over matter, skip the chatter with the fuckin' batter up Batter up, silver plate the platter up It's all about who got the fatter duck We poke your bladder up and let the fuckin' chopper cut your cabbage up Indigenous weapons [?] sour lemon scented Salutations from the kitchen gave by seven Frenchmen We make the sauce, the title is the saucier The chain reaction from the metal powder [?] the tray [Verse 2: Action Bronson] A seven hundred dollar bottle of that [?] Far and away, extraordinary God display [?] 'em, look beyond the solar system Draw it all into a square until you find what's missing Take your time 'cause patience is your best friend Simmering the [?] sets in Prep your area, sterilize the work tools Foul living, never seen upon the church stools I'm still sportin' the shorts until the [?] winter The charismatic, the dope addict, the shredder, splinter Roll the magic, I'm feeling like I'm [?] in the water How the fuck I managed rolling a quarter, slaughter Many cattle, many time for pleasure Modeling the skin while I'm searching for the treasure Yo keep a [?], sink your body deep in that Coup Or they seem to find you sleep in that suit, shoot The big dipper, the golden candy caddy tipper Close my eyes back in time, tryna murder Hitler My mind, it rhymes, aligned with the solar signs Dinosaurs disappear [?] holding wine Layers of cake, fiends up in the Okeechobee Lake Freshwater pike is on the [?] plate Set the table, butcher up the baby lamb Brazed artichoke [?] 80 grams [Chorus: Action Bronson] Mind over matter, skip the chatter with the fuckin' batter up Batter up, silver plate the platter up It's all about who got the fatter duck We poke your bladder up and let the fuckin' chopper cut your cabbage up Indigenous weapons [?] sour lemon scented Salutations from the kitchen gave by seven Frenchmen We make the sauce, the title is the saucier The chain reaction from the metal powder [?] the tray [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] Yo crab leg interior, splash with [?] butter Eating like aristocrats but when it's war we more gutter Fuck your mother, I should cut her When it's on, that's how I think Snatch a baby up, drown 'em, leave 'em floating in the sink My link look right in the sunlight, we dumb tight When niggas on the other side of town down to gunfight Air Nike jam since way back been slappin' ya [?] with parmesan crusted tilapia [Outro: Meyhem Lauren] Word up, nigga Meyhem Lauren, Action Bronson, [?] on the beat Y'all niggas know what it is, son