Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Top Chefs, artist - De La Soul. Album song FIRST SERVE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Goodkeys
Song language: English
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… |