Cooking

Underestimate the greatness but they could never gage it, so I’m blazing down the path enjoying all of the hatred, these bars becoming sacred, burn the track up like its bacon, I’m after the heart like David, they said I couldn’t rap, now the beast has been awaken, the fire that’s created, was diagnosed as contagious, we not playing, we really setting a flame up to the nation, I’m rapping like I’m the one so welcome into the matrix, bout to blow inside the game, just give the timer some patience, nobody copying the cadence, I been locked into the flame like dreds stuck up on a Haitian, I’m giving you inspiration, a little wavy, call the navy, we doing this on a daily, lemme get into formation.

Behind the crazy is the genius, never gonna be lenient so tell them give me a reason, to paint my words into a museum, growing ideas like a chea, making mess outta the beat like it’s lyrical diarrhea. They don’t wanna see us

Go get it
Had to throw out all the limits
Don’t let me pray
I end up like popeye on that spinach
Team winning
New season, gold drippin
Rose colored To honor my woman
Ooo boy I’m about to be cooking

I remember when they said that I wouldn’t, I remember when they said that I couldn’t, now my face is on the back of they hoodies, (oop)

Eating up beats, imma sucker for some goodies.
A flame in my boot like A cookout with Woody.

I gotta contain it, I started the blazing, I’m never complacent, I wrote to the beat on a Friday they calling me Jason, I say its amazing, I’m getting impatient, but while I’m sitting here waiting, throw the gas up on the flame, I’m bout to be cooking it baby! i gotta Hold it together, don’t blow it away, like a bundle of feathers, I’m Scaring the game like the face made of leather, I’m giving it pressure, I’m flowing a little bit hotter than peppers, a lyrical terror, but isn’t it clever, the words on my tongue are becoming a cleaver, they doubted me, now they believers, a little bit eager, to blow up the meter, take over the land like I’m Julius ceasar, Might call it a teaser, personified ether

TLG the gang, bass peeling back the paint. Lemme do my thang, trying not to rage...

Shooters in the range, banging for the saints.
G.O.D the king, don’t get slapped up with a page.

Holding back the heat, but I feel it bout to leak.
Playing for the keeps cause I know there’s souls to reach!

I really think it’s time, boy I think I’m bout to shine, tape the track up like a crime, like I’m spitting homicide,

I can it feel it bout to blow, how did you not know. Setting waves up like the coast, and I’m moving like a ghost.

How that boy froze, gotta freezer on my neck and my throat caught a cold, gotta let it be told. Hinesfeet I’m the goat, waves rock the boat, I been telling them I’m coming and they thinking it’s a joke. I’ve been blessing 808s, don’t be calling me the pope, demons acting up so I put them with a rope.