"The Top Chefs" lyrics
[Pop Life (Deen Witter):]
What, like eight for the chorus? (Oh yeah, we can do eight for the chorus)
Number 16... A'ight I'm wit' it (A'ight)
A'ight, let's do it
[Pop Life:]
Sorta like P. Smith in these Sermons, determined
To get back to business, evaporated them egos
Now here we go
Jacob and Deen is a team of amigos
Never placebos, we the real drug in your bloodwork
Back in the booth, vocals over the work
Domestic, international, hectic
Hardcore, eclectic (We all that)
Floor mats dipped in Adderall, so focused
Not tryna be the had-it-all who's so broke
It's all he talk about, we about stayin'
The sayin' is First Serve's back, get to prayin'
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
[Deen Witter:]
Yo, left stranded, scars and no Band-Aid
Man-made like jaws are fantastic
Elastic bucks, stretch the Armstrong
We back, like fuck threats of car bombs
Two jetliners, into buildings
Misguided but for the feelin'
Eye of the tiger, plus stripes and spangle
Lettin' loose raps like mic cords get tangled
[Pop Life (Deen Witter):]
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
(Solemnly swear to cook it up with zest)
Them other chefs be no contest
(C'mon, get out the kitchen) We're here in the flesh
We the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
We the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
[Pop Life:]
At the scream of the pistol, it becomes crystal clear
Deen and Pop, in the front, never the rear
Cardio kings, accustomed to the sweat and hard work
To get good, ain't good as it gets
Like an old school vet, I know beats and breaks
Like a new school threat, I know the heat that makes them hits
Body blows, get 'em blown to bits and pieces
And miss it, like Lee packs jeans with creases
Mission Objective: Make beats that's effective
Or find some like a detective
Time to get the mode selected
Then, rhyme perfected, then, go into the booth and have the rhymes ejected
Another word for spit
[Deen Witter:]
So superb poetic individual transmit
[?] of architect, cravin' the hand smith
Bandana rap before Tupac
Witness the two Pop and D. Dove givin' the [?]
Slim pickin's like you a believer
Trash out, you the retriever
And he and I leave her
To damnation wit' it if we leave it to beaver
Trustin' old money is like Afrika Bam-Bam
The history is long here, mister ([?])
Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth
Diapers on another hot birth, it's First Serve
[Deen Witter (Pop Life):]
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
(Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest)
Them other chefs are no contest
(Yo, get out the kitchen) We're here in the flesh
We be the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
We the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
What, like eight for the chorus? (Oh yeah, we can do eight for the chorus)
Number 16... A'ight I'm wit' it (A'ight)
A'ight, let's do it
[Pop Life:]
Sorta like P. Smith in these Sermons, determined
To get back to business, evaporated them egos
Now here we go
Jacob and Deen is a team of amigos
Never placebos, we the real drug in your bloodwork
Back in the booth, vocals over the work
Domestic, international, hectic
Hardcore, eclectic (We all that)
Floor mats dipped in Adderall, so focused
Not tryna be the had-it-all who's so broke
It's all he talk about, we about stayin'
The sayin' is First Serve's back, get to prayin'
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
Da-da-da, da-da
[Deen Witter:]
Yo, left stranded, scars and no Band-Aid
Man-made like jaws are fantastic
Elastic bucks, stretch the Armstrong
We back, like fuck threats of car bombs
Two jetliners, into buildings
Misguided but for the feelin'
Eye of the tiger, plus stripes and spangle
Lettin' loose raps like mic cords get tangled
[Pop Life (Deen Witter):]
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
(Solemnly swear to cook it up with zest)
Them other chefs be no contest
(C'mon, get out the kitchen) We're here in the flesh
We the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
We the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
[Pop Life:]
At the scream of the pistol, it becomes crystal clear
Deen and Pop, in the front, never the rear
Cardio kings, accustomed to the sweat and hard work
To get good, ain't good as it gets
Like an old school vet, I know beats and breaks
Like a new school threat, I know the heat that makes them hits
Body blows, get 'em blown to bits and pieces
And miss it, like Lee packs jeans with creases
Mission Objective: Make beats that's effective
Or find some like a detective
Time to get the mode selected
Then, rhyme perfected, then, go into the booth and have the rhymes ejected
Another word for spit
[Deen Witter:]
So superb poetic individual transmit
[?] of architect, cravin' the hand smith
Bandana rap before Tupac
Witness the two Pop and D. Dove givin' the [?]
Slim pickin's like you a believer
Trash out, you the retriever
And he and I leave her
To damnation wit' it if we leave it to beaver
Trustin' old money is like Afrika Bam-Bam
The history is long here, mister ([?])
Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth
Diapers on another hot birth, it's First Serve
[Deen Witter (Pop Life):]
We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best
(Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest)
Them other chefs are no contest
(Yo, get out the kitchen) We're here in the flesh
We be the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
We the top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
The top chefs (Servin' it)
