Part 1 – Palette
[Hook]
Overnight meal yeah we eating off of fast food
But my palette growing wider as my paths move
Time spent cracking in the kitchen, man, is past due
So I'm serving up provisions for the last stew
[Verse 1]
I wanted gumbo but the customers fastidious
Written lists of dishes he's allowed to fix
But if it ain't broken, it likely tastes like sh**
So why we living off the bread, if it isn't rich
I'm flipping tables, these recipes are hidden fables
I flipped the beef so the other side can feel the ladle
Don't read the label that prevents the taste from bleeding through
I'm heating brew with Timbuktu to get across the golden maple
The pot boils at the function, that much he knew
Sweet steeping steam served by the teaspoon
He'd rather pour cups over runeth through with booze
Gets him uncorked carries shots at getting screwed
How many times can the chef order by the ton?
Before suppliers taste the threat of K-9s acting up
He thought his dogs were the sh**, relishing every hit
Then he finds a foreign sausage laid inside his kitsch
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm juicing lemons by the pound, cause this man is sour
By the hour getting cheddar off this blue chowder
These other amateurs are macaroni with their cheese
I'm repping farfalle, congac, and de la cream
De la soul whipping starch into sweetened wheat
Fairly grainy serving rice as wholesome feast
Hold the bees, Honey making Tanuki feel kinda sweet
And on the D low they asking for the sweet-n-low
Meat in tow, think I'm getting bread but I'm kneading dough
Winning trust but head is spinning, crust k**ing like Pizarro
Sweet like marinaded salmon, spicy like habanero
Eating sushi with the shoujo in the heart of Tokyo
Sipping hot fermented sake, Tanuki does all the talking
Spitting hot fermented topics from a heart of gold
Pulling taffy, laughing avidly at other crappy rapping
Slurping down the ramen cause I'm college budding marigold
[Hook]
Part 2 – Hungry
[Verse]
They pa**ing cornbread along the soul food
Stomach full with the price of whole foods
Put that on a shirt and throw duce
Garbage day now my pen finna get lose
Corn husk better cut the fools lose
Write a check for the debt on the new roof
Who knew Blue's Clues knew who's who
All the whos in whosville getting screwed
Carving turkeys the whole damn night but
I can't describe how the gravy's quite not
Right, left off the rest of the
Motherf**ers aiming for the bread but wine when the
Beef ain't kind to the rest of them
We ain't tryna rep the pen we just
Getting head from the college-in
Bachelor with a Heineken and he
Rhyme again, so intense
Spaz like a hydra when he losing heads
Flow showing signs slippery when wet
Keep it 300 when the kicks are in like
Timberland, we k**ing off our friends
Hold dinner party for the ones we didn't
But I can't restrain every time I spit
Say it, spray it, save the women and
Kicking in the back with a lovely maiden
Say she love my raps cause my sk**s are latent
Started cooking late, but I'm popping bacon/bakin
Used to be hungry now we eating, fam, like
Delicious