Lyrics:
Greatest in the flesh here I am
Gifted like culinary art school
Beezoe go ham beezoe go fool
Gifted like culinary art school
Beezoe go ham beezoe go fool
I deserve a gold medal, Olympics
The way I do my thing in the kitchen
Just broke a world record, Guinness
Went to culinary arts but you don't hear
like you Whitney
Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy
Project baby, I remember eating Lilly-Dillys
Culinary arts, I do my thing in
enchanting space.
In the restaurant's embrace, a feast unfolds,
A symphony of flavors, tales untold.
Chef's creations, a culinary art,
In this dining haven,
culinary art
This shit came in handy
Waffles and pancakes
I made both
Decided on that after I made toast
Might add chocolate chips
And do the most
Then
mix it
Put it all in pot
Watch em flip it
They can't believe
What they saw
As witness
The proof is
In the pudding
Ain't no fiction
My culinary arts is
it flashing
All this weight on me like I drink
Quentin (Quentin)
Cocaine it raw like Philippine (Philippine)
Culinary art egg beaters (Egg beater)
in the kitchen I'm whippin my apron on watch me whip up the city
Culinary arts a Pyrex, a spoon shidd my only utensil
My bitch she don't want the new
of the brave with dirty dollars
Beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowlin' ball Impalas
And street scholars majorin' in culinary arts
You know how to work
of the brave with dirty dollars
Beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowlin' ball Impalas
And street scholars majorin' in culinary arts
You know how to work
chapter
Live from home of the brave with dirty dollars
Beauty parlors and baby bottles and bowlin' ball Impalas
And street scholars majorin' in culinary
one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends
countries in one week
'Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my
it
There's a pot of gold, no food in it
Culinary arts like the students in
I'm the teacher, baby, Chef Tunechi in
And I whip it hard if it come
position intermission nah
Money non stop master culinary arts
Soon as the judge look at me
Throw the book at me
Self made society is shoo-kin me
I done did
through his stomach
You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark
Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally
x-ray vision
Now my culinary arts, hustlers cooking in the kitchen
Get your money then get out, you better make the right decision
Or you might be
kept my phone paid
Now I'm getting guap if you don't say
Bought my girl a rock from the Stone Age
Culinary art, this is gourmet
I done helped
a different feeling
I coulda went to culinary arts, 'cause cheffing an art
Once upon a time I counted seven-hundred fifty thousand in the dark
This my
be in the kitchen cookin', got they ass bakin' cakes
Could've went to school for culinary arts, I would've went every day
Thought I'd have my CDL
ransacked by the rat pack
See, I'm the black Humphrey Bogart
Puffin' Blacks though, hella smart, asshole
See, this my culinary art how I
Cook up such food for
Yo, I almost cried writing this shit yo
We met at college for the culinary arts
First time I saw that ass, boo, it swallowed up my heart, damn
miss the things that make you weird
Why don't you come home?
And you watch instructional culinary arts shows, but you never cook
And you're a sucker for
working 25 to life in a day
How you think I'm serving all these rhymes on a plate
On a platter it's desert
This culinary art still merged with the royal
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