The Top Chefs

What... like eight for the chorus Oh yeah, we could do eight for the chorus Another 16 Aight, I'm wit it Aight Aight, let's do it Sorta like P. Smith and E. Sermon Determined to get back to business Evaporated them egos, now here we go Jacob and Deen is the team amigo Never placebos, we're the real drug in your blood work Back in the booth, vocals over dub work Domestic, international hectic Hardcore eclectic - we all that Formats, dipped in adderall - so focused Not trying to be the had-it-all old who sold broke It's all we talk about, we about stayin The saying is First Serve's back - get to prayin Yo, left stranded scars and no Band-Aid Man-made like Jaws of fantastic Elastic bucks Stretch to Armstrong We back like fuck threats and car bombs Two jet liners, into buildings Misguided but fought the feeling Eye of the tiger plus stripes and spangle Lettin loose raps like mic chords and tangle We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest Them other chefs be no contest Come on get out the kitchen Here in the flesh... We be the top chefs - Servin it The top chefs - servin it... 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 that 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 missing Like Lee patch jeans with creases Mission objective: make beats that's effective I find some like a detective Time to get the most selected been, rhyme perfected been Going to the booth and have them rhymes ejected Another word for spin So self superb word poetic individual transmit Pen-chiseled architect, cravin the hand smith Bandana wrapped before 2Pac Witnessed the two poppin D-Dove givin the fever Slim pickings like you a believer Trashed out and you the retriever, and he and I neither To damnation with it if we leave it to Beaver Trustin old money is like Afrika Bam Bam The history is long here mister well, Van Dam Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth Diapers on another hot birth, it's First Serve We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest Them other chefs be no contest Come on get out the kitchen Here in the flesh... We be the top chefs - Servin it The top chefs - servin it