Cooking Up

Yeah, from the top Hit you non-stop We ain't never gonna flop Yeah, this that real Hip-Hop Harry Mack, your boy Bubs Back at you with the shit you really love Come on, you better turn this shit up Come on, yeah, yeah Hey yo, my flow's enrichened I hit 'em from a distance when spittin' It's Harry Mack, these rappers runnin' better stay hidden They flippin' like Flapjacks, I come with the fat raps Ayo, I'm never approximating, I'm that exact cat Getting to it, spitting fluid in all directions you can feel this Never fakin', Mack gone bring the realness Yeah, difficult to deal with, certainly Rappers talkin' shit, but it seems they never hurtin' me I'm behind the curtain hittin' the J then comin' out on stage Spittin the phrase that rip em' away I'm strippin' all of the wack ones out of the scene Ayo, my mom see me shinin', she be proud of my dreams I'm risin' further, serve ya, murder up on a platter Compared to all these rappers, my lyrics be soundin' fatter Hittin' MCs hard from the streets to the venue On some Michelin 3-star get to peepin' the menu we cooking Crank that heat, we ready to cook Old school beats and the heaviest hooks Won't find this in your recipe books One taste off the spoon, and I'm ready to shook Crank that heat, we ready to cook Old school beats and the heaviest hooks Won't find this in your recipe books One taste and I'm ready to shook I tried to tell 'em yo Yo, they already be shook from what we be spittin' All this shit's off the books It's non-written, they hear the fact and like, "He must be kiddin'" No, me must prepare it Now I'm the one they scared of once they get the livin' proof Ayo, I spit two-hundred proof It's never watered down, I slaughter clowns, that's just my profession I just be the teacher, when I speak, I teach a lesson You better understand I spit the shit you couldn't comprehend Ayo, it's Harry Mack your career is now on the end I push you off the cliff, high like spliff Lit like Nag Champa, the sickest swag monster I'm fresh, like veggies out the produce aisle Ayo, it's Harry Mack been gettin' so loose since a child Ain't nothin' change, my lyrics are strange Leave the whole entire game rearranged with the flames Yeah, yeah, and it cannot be debated Message is final press at the vinyl we properly played it Crank that heat, we ready to cook Old school beats and the heaviest hooks Won't find this in your recipe books One taste off the spoon, and I'm ready to shook Crank that heat, we ready to cook Old school beats and the heaviest hooks Won't find this in your recipe books One taste and I'm ready to shook I tried to tell 'em yo Crank that heat, we ready to cook Old school beats and the heaviest hooks Won't find this in your recipe books One taste off the spoon, and I'm ready to shook Crank that heat, we ready to cook Old school beats and the heaviest hooks Won't find this in your recipe books One taste and I'm ready to shook I tried to tell 'em yo