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cook - suiyang lyrics

i munch on fake rappers like the battle of suiyang
i got a hunch that y’all matter to basically noone
but soon enough, i prepare my next line
i musically decline but fix my hair up for prime time

for your own sake, i hope that none of y’all show up late
there ain’t gon be much left if you second to the dinner plate
let’s wipe all down and keep it shiny like a clean slate
ain’t the type to swipe right
or likely to make the scene straight
or bendy
i swear you’re tryina test me
if you’re looking out for munchies i suggest you check out wendy’s
saw some madman sh-t happen there just a week ago
and i think to myself that it’s funny how a week go
by
so fast, told myself that i’d quit
but in my head knew it wouldn’t last, just like the myth
that i had a bar mitzvah
told your cousin that i missed her
and it probably p-ssed her
off
just like the white brand we repping
st kilda like the beach sand that our white girls is stepping
take it all in like an aspirin
took about 3 days to convince her i was a gentlemen
who lent a pen to matthews just to f-cking rhyme with him
hoping that my venues sell out in time just like a vicodin
make my rhymes to float up as if i’m just tryina swim
keep my head above water
as the author, i’d hopefully take a quarter cut
but i’d rather not be caught with the green stuff
never spent too much time inside a gym, i had enough
whenever i lent too much, i invited him to be rough
and charge with interest rates
i came into this rap sh-t, hoping to leave as greats
but i gave him too much leverage
hoping this would end like dire straights
and maybe shout a beverage

and i felt included, weird how we can be deluded
i aimed to be suited but my lyrics polluted
my rhymes were probably convoluted

riddled with the spirits of some racism sh-t
like an anti-capitalist with a villian lick
and a freudian slip, just once in a while
hold my style like a grip, no compet-tion from kyle
sign a pet-tion with a smile
and send my best regards
i did the hard yards and stayed away from shards
or smoking darts and breaking hearts
but sh-t, now that my girlfriend
hope a sequence of starts can be a godsend
it’s like the means to the end
give my rhymes out like a stockholder, merely a dividend
the last ninety percent’s, a compet-tion to outspend
my opposition’s trump, like my name’s hillary
but who is he?
some sort of politician, i see

i got a new proposition
if i flew south out the kitchen
is my word of mouth b-tching
are my rhymes understandable
ask you once, is my flow flammable?
cook your people up like a cannibal
i only ask these questions, because my validation tangible
i keep my thoughts all tied up in sections, like an animal
i get applaud like, ‘you tried’, and i call that sh-t acceptance
i stop my sh-t, half way through the sentence-

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