CULINARY ART SCHOOL Lyrics

I was gonna rip his heart out, I'm the best ever

I'm the most brutal of the smithsons, most ruthless champion there's ever been

There's no one can stop me, there's no one that can match me

My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable

And I'm just ferocious, I want your heart, I wanna eat his children

Praise be to Allah

It's just different when it's coming from the horse's mouth

The only time I felt recessions was a coke drought.

This ain't just putting words together, nigga I really played the kitchen

Chopping work with a razor blade, fucking up coudar dishes

And I was always good at math, so it was nothing counting cash

Fuck school, I learned more about metrics chasing the bag

And I always kept a job to camouflage that I hustle

Illest car in the parking lot, supervisor's disgusting, ewwww

Watching fiends cook my dope, that's how I taught myself

I fucked up a few batches, had to call for help

Sometimes you gotta bump your head to get this bread

It's get rich or die trying, you heard what 50 said

I kept cooking, I developed to a damn good chef

The coke locking up like Akon, got it under arrest

And these fiends calling my phone, I ain't got time to let it dry

Serving right out the pot, I can weigh it with my eyes

Man, rap was always secondary

Record songs, the phone rang, I gotta go, we gotta get this money

Them Novocaine albums took years for us to drop

Caught a bleeder in the midst of a session and had to stop

Shooting videos, real life Resi inside my pot

Had to cancel our appearance on krush cause it was hot

Real shit, and not to mention we ain't fuck with niggas

And if your name ain't no good on the streets, we ain't doing business

Dont compare me to these niggas cause I'm like that

And fuck rap, I was really getting bread in the trap

I hear you talking in your songs, but did you live it

This is Culinary Arts School, report to the kitchen