HYPE_THESIS
Setting that food for thought G
Starchy
Fuck with your posse
My offspring your culinary offering
Sitting in the kitchen bossing
I'm every shade of green
From what you put in front of me
I'm sleep
I'm supposed to pretend like it was an option
Shit makes me nauseous
You talk to me like a bot
You ain't even know what's really going on
Taste too tight type tactics on the tabletop
Turn the flavour on, get the game across
Every waking moment like an animal we cradled off
Sipping nitroglycerin to keep me very stable though
Load up on that sauce
All of my neurons are firing thoughts
All of my tastebuds are slamming in the mosh
All of my clothes are screaming in the wash
All these flavours of the months, are fighting over rocks!
Gunshots baby, gunshots, midst-
Cytokinesis in the presence of Jesus
Genesis of my fetus from the heart of Egypt
Dance
Against your best men
Fans connect your both hands
Friends
Get left in the can
Remember that your manipulated
Your shit bland
Lookin for seasoning
Heard me bitch, your still bland
Heard me bitch, your shit bland
Uh- Yea-
Setting that food for thought G
Starchy
Fuck with your posse
My offspring your culinary offering
Sitting in the kitchen bossing
I'm every shade of green
From what you put in front of me
I'm sleep
(It's Rafi)
What it is
(And he seems happy)
Cause I is
(When is dinner gonna be ready Rafi?)
When it is... you know I'm a perfectionist and shit
I used to flow like palsy
Now I sound like Vivaldi
About to flay my old self when this drops like Bobby
Exponential growth and the ghrelin has not hit
Kitted with oven mitts fitted for when we drop this shit
If it's feedback it's accepted
Add it to the mix
If it's distortion, I sex it
Add it to my lips
That effect is sick, feel like it sacks you in the dick
Light up your whole body like a goddamn stick
Or a goddamn spliff, let it go
Disconnect the ego
And it tastes like gold, yea everything starts to taste like gold, I'm saying everything-
The fuck?
Yea well of course they salty
They ain't even figured out umami yet
Reciting 'yo mama' jokes asking where the mamis at
Pontiac or whatever it's cool
Yo imma figure that shit out when I'm out of school
For now I'm tryna be better
Out on the street there are buyers and sellers
Some end up rich and some of them end up in cellars
I'm just in the kitchen now
Imma show you how I get it how I
Dance
Against your best men
Fans connect your both hands
Friends
Get left in the can
Remember that your manipulated
Your shit bland
Lookin for seasoning
Heard me bitch, your still bland
Heard me bitch, your shit bland
Uh- Yea-
Setting that food for thought G
Starchy
Fuck with your posse
My offspring your culinary offering
Sitting in the kitchen bossing
I'm every shade of green
From what you put in front of me
I'm sleep
When I'm not in the kitchen I'm listening
Some of them I'll eat
Some of them I could concede
Some food left a sour taste in my mouth
I couldn't eat it
I had to throw it out
Nonetheless the proteins are investing
In my stomach muscles one day I will easily digest em'
Meantime, I homage in the technique
Recipe though- I don't got the same greens
Nor the same beat, I've homegrown all of these and I'll be what I gotta be
Honey instead of sugar
Milk to make cream
Cream spent on millions
Millions of you in my dreams
I got so much, that I just want you all to see
Need you to think
Bigger than you
Bigger than me
If there's one track that you listen on this bitch, this it should be
I'm aggressively bothered by pestering feather, it's called potential
And not on some selfish I am the next one
It's that a lot of them are close to the truth but just lack direction
There's introspection that the world could benefit from
Yea, now I think I know how to curb division
But there's another side, on which we must multiply
I got limited time though as well
And that's an issue
Listener, are you afraid to die?