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the upperclass men - recipe lyrics

chorus
you can get with it or get lost
i’m in another alt-tude when i hit this off
more bottles, more trees
roll it up that’s the recipe
yeah that’s the recipe
you can get with it or get lost
i’m in another alt-tude when i hit this off
more bottles, more trees
roll it up that’s the recipe
yeah that’s the recipe

verse 1: mr. harris
welcome to the major leagues
it’s time to bring the big bats out
got my pinch hitters running, tryna get to home plate while the fiends touch base
label me the dark knight 9k ain’t nothing to a ace-
tryna tap into my mental like nova cane laced-
bars after bars that’s time i’m about to face-
protracted figures so these n-gg-s can’t trace-
don’t let the bullsh-t astound you-
gotta let clowns do, what clowns do,fall back watch the show-
road rage,a lot of road rage,yes its a whole lot of road rage,cause we ain’t in same lane-
and we ain’t on the same thangs-
ain’t in the same lens or scope so we ain’t in the same range-
feelings hurt pop excedrin for the pain-
you flow,you rap,claim your different but to me you all sound the same-
top of the line, means top of the paper, see where im heading,that’s how i aim

chorus
you can get with it or get lost
i’m in another alt-tude when i hit this off
more bottles, more trees
roll it up that’s the recipe, yeah that’s the recipe
you can get with it or get lost
i’m in another alt-tude when i hit this off
more bottles, more trees
roll it up that’s the recipe, yeah that’s the recipe

verse 2: shaislike
i never ever hit em with the same flow
i’m like a tidal when i bang bro
you could surf with me or get wiped out
but keep tryna coast and its lights out
cowabunga dude i hit that turtle time
and then poke your girl by her girdle line
i murder mine cuz i prefer to shine
and you a b-tch n-gg- you can’t get with mine like that…
so i be getting high when i’m feeling low
vans on and my hat back
and three js rolled in my knapsack
these nagging girls you can have that
i’m tryna to earn points like the nasdaq
have my stock go up cuz i pay to play
and your day to day is just to paper chase
that’s a no
you should try and roll with the winners
smoke in the air as the high getting thinner
your girl over here then she know she gonna eat with the n-gg-s on the team cuz they all got dinner
got a couple stacks and they all in my denim
she talking bout them lames man but we don’t get ’em
nah we really don’t get ’em
topnotch sh-t over here when we we hitting like

verse 3: mvrk
take a half cup of that d-boy i’m a b-boy from brooklyn
with a teaspoon of that frank white with a great white, i’m an island
i’m a transplant, no trans fat, this all muscle in my flow
these three chefs is all we need too many cooks in the kitchen tho
this my plate hitta no tasting
and we all gonna feast no wasting
cooking pasta sh-lls no casings
with no cases, that’s waving
and i’m just getting started here
open up the oven for the pre-heat
back to back, mvp, like lebron that’s pre-heat
365 that’s all day, uppercl-ss running through the hallways
playing show after show for the green day
tell her kiss the rings, mistletoe, it’s a holiday
all star heat 98′ call me hardaway
packing green, super bowls, hitta that’s a bouquet
ding ding ding cause the foods here
leaving hot sh-t behind like a cavalier

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