Got The Recipe

We got tenderloin in the oven right now
(just to find the truffles)
Steak rub nigga nigga
(That's word)
Ayo, ayo, ayo
(That's word)
Yo I progress steadily, move with integrity
Clock cheddar heavily, word that’s the recipe
Exceptionally ill with this rap shit, get back
Like I can show you hot the Mac spit
But I ain’t talkin' bout been liver
Had a few fucked up years, a survivor
Type to stay on my job not a resignr
I was just a minor gettin' head in a reclinr
Making moves major night fiend with a pager
White, Puerto Rican, black, had chicks in every flavor
Substances that you savor, selling it to your neighbor
They never going down, I keeps 'em on me, escalader
Stupidly stupendous
Use to sip when we crack bottles on the benches
That’s that QU shit that I kick from the heart
My rhyme book belongs in the modern museum of art
Mind over matter, skip the chatter with the fuckin' batter up
Batter up, silver plate the platter up
It’s all about who got the fatter duck
We poke your bladder up and let the fuckin' chopper cut your cabbage up
Indigenous weapons sour lemon scented
Salutations from the kitchen gave by seven Frenchmen
We make the sauce, the title is the saucier
The chain reaction from the metal powder the tray