Cooking (feat. Royce da 5'9 & Pharoahe Monch) - Denaun

Yo, I? m happy to be in the south to set off my tour in the countryside But who better to set it off for me than this man right here Yo, this Kenny Rogers chillin' on the country side With men like Wyclef, Jerry Wonder, Big Jack, Big Beast And we gon? do something like this for you You got to know when to hold? em (Yeah, yeah!) Know when to fold? em (DJ? s, DJ? s!) Know when to walk away (Hip-Hop, Hip-hop!) Know when to run (Yeah, yeah!) You got to count your dub-plates (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) Before you touch the turntables (All hoods!) 'Cause if you run out of big tunes That means your sound is done (Y? all ready?) You got to know when to hold? em Know when to fold? em (Soundbwoys) Know when to walk away Know when to run (Hey, hey, hey, hey) You got to count your dub-plates Before you touch the turntables (DJ? s) 'Cause if you run out of big tunes That means your sound is done Get the Hell up!? Clef said,? Get the Hell up!? Now throw your hands in the sky Brooklyn in the back shootin' craps y? all whassup? Ladies, lookin' hot and pretty Doin' your thing in the club high saditty Worldwide the gritty committee pity the fool that Act in the midst of the calm, the witty (You got to know when to hold? em) Y? all know the name! Same assassin from before But the beat just changed a little who flip flows That got women in they thongs gettin' on but not Sisqo Select your squad team and your itch Bey know my flow Muy Caliente, Fuego No disrespect to soundbwoy, but you better step away from me Easily defeat measley MC? s and tease you Ease back squeeze two in your wig and breeze through You got to know when to hold? em Know when to fold? em (Soundbwoys) Know when to walk away Know when to run. (Hey, hey, hey, hey) You got to count your dub-plates Before you touch the turntables (DJ? s) 'Cause if you run out of big tunes That means your sound is done C? mon, c? mon (Get the Hell up!) Soundbwoys (? Clef said,? Get the Hell up!?) Yo (Now throw your hands in the sky) This combination gon? bust from Brooklyn to Shanghai Feel the boogie boogie Henny got me tipsy tipsy Kenny Rogers and Pharoahe Monch? No way, this can? t be! 48 tracks, country meets rap Put this on full blast, I? m about to break all formats My destiny is to lead while y? all follow This is show time and I? m live at the Apollo You got to know when to hold? em (Soundbwoys) Know when to fold? em (MC's) Know when to walk away (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Know when to run You got to count your dub-plates Before you touch the turntables (DJ? s) 'Cause if you run out of big tunes That means your sound is done You got to know when to hold? em Know when to fold? em (Soundbwoys) Know when to walk away Know when to run (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) You got to count your dub-plates Before you touch the turntables (DJ? s) 'Cause if you run out of big tunes That means your sound is done

I'm signing off on this On the same ones the treasury prints With every intent to see niggas dying off of it I signed to Sony A couple of years after the NBA signed Kobe And he about to retire So if anybody see Don Lenner Make sure you tell him I ain't lost it yet Somebody tell Tom Silverman "Hi" for me Look in the sky there's a fly sorcerer Eye-balling me from of a flying saucer And my mind is like a full clip And my competitions' magazines are running low Like the Source and Vibe offices Since '99, Hip-Hop been like my orphanage Got dropped a lot But every time I signed I got a million A&Rs and exec's were telling me I'm not appealing Try to turn me into Nas, I'm not him but I forgive you This is a Boy Marley Bob Dillon spiritual vibe that I'm feeling These scars are time healing Clearly you lost You tried to put me in a box--how dare you Try to minimize a lyrical god? I'll godzilla these walls My prime's no time near I'll improvise till my ceilings Get wizard of Oz I'm the illest alive I'm the rose that rose From the concrete with the thorn And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase Me and Porter just handling business Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons And having to throw 'em in trash cans Dismantling shipments I had the manager shift at my day job too I laid down rules No gas station past 8 mile Past eight or late drive-throughs Maxwell tap, you play the whole B side You flip it over and hear the whole A side too Now we got iCloud and FaceTime basically To knock down the grape vine Make way as the chaos ensues Niggas safe and ratchet calling themselves bosses But they not They David Hasselhoff And they bay watch But I'm cool Nowadays my life be lavish Who I'm out with tonight It might be a model or Might be an actress She might be a ballerina She might do plays She might just like theatrics She might be famous I must just pipe her for bragging rights She might get mad at the paparazzi For flashing cameras at her ass As she covers her face As if she's dabbing She might be dragging Meet at some uptight fashion show somewhere Where people like Madonna and Bono go I might take one look up and down at the clothes And say, "Hell no, It's time to go." Come on it's time to go I might fuck her on the kitchen table At her crib in the Hamptons I might lay her down gently I might slam her I might even fuck around and yell domino I soldiers sound off like "you got a pair." I'm a real nigga I done lost a lot of friends over the years I've been losing a lot of hair Been told that I'm out my mind But if you only knew what was inside it You too would choose to stay out of there I take my hats off to the addicts Going through something tragic in their lives Shit even I backed off the madness I had to take some time off the rap and realize Now how do I stop being underrated? How do I get props like, let's say, a Drake? But I rap with the skill set of let's say A Black Thought or an Elhzi If Jay Elec can bag a Rothschild without an album then I can come back to rap after doing some jail time No one cares about sales now It's all about gadgets and getting fatter than hell And consuming shit like them Patti LaBelle pies Like lunatics, speaking of, I knew this chick Who used to just be happy to make it out the hood to see me Then she got on some fucking [?] shit She's starting asking me to do some shit... (Record fades to close)

Cruising down the river, dancing 'til your feet got numb Cool, summer breezes blowing through your hair As you stood gazing down the river In anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park Ah, memories of Boblo Island Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks Oh, man, I wish I was joining you, a little cheese and crackers A little Cana wine, a little Riunite on ice, some Harvey's Bristol Cream But let's do this Only on Smooth FM Nothing compared to our family trips My uncle shook hands with a manly grip All this hand-me-down shit I had, had an uncanny fit All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist That was back 'fore I was born Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along On the Boblo boat Uh, on our way to that black amusement park Wood rollercoasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor I came across my identity on the Boblo boat That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does Left my inhibitions, I guess where my supervision was Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though Boblo boat Hey, hey, hey, lil' Craig, come here, hey, hit this nigga Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is, just drink Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Some of my better times, I shared with you I shared with you, yeah Shit, all of my better days, I shared with you I shared with you, shit And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, shit Shit, stuck inside a rat race (fuck) Rat race (fuck, fuck) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again Stuck inside this rat race (fuck) Yeah, look Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it Dig it; ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic Ten-inch woofers in the trunk to be specific They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button Or hit return, but life is not no word processor Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of My real-life trauma Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr, but that's insane, it couldn't be further left of The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better Give me a sec, I murder sectors Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out I gotta chill out Say, "Fuck the world" and never pull out We had no Boblo boat But I could note those times is like a Bible quote B.C., before cellphones, the first time I would smoke I was six years old, but that's for another chapter That's for another story, to God be the glory I made it out unscathed, and now I sunbathe With my son in Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days Thinking 'bout dumb days This is 808-Ray Nigga don't worry about what the fuck it is, just drink

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo Uh-uh, uh I fell in love with the street life I-I fell in love with street, that's no lie No lie, no, no lie No lie, no, no lie I fell in love with the street life, I (Boo-boo-boo-boo) Look, got a raw deal, not at all chill Nigga we run up under your food like shopping cart wheels My Glock, make you hop and cartwheel For props, your block got a call feel My name dollar bill, holla y'all ill, gotcha Drop tough like a built Tonka Still conquer but still ain't contra Still pop you through your shield, holla (Boo) I wasn't on the roof but on the mini scooter Or lickin' hooters with a spliff for Buddha I was in the inner city sewer, underground dirty-dirty, in the manure Clip in the Ruger, 'cause I was raised different than you were Nigga I'm awesome, get off 'em, you all dumb You all wonder where I get all of my ambience from You all wonder how I come from the swamp and the pond scum Peon, comparin' me to y'all is beyond dumb biatch Me I'm from where it's dark as Hell 'Round the corner from death, right across from Hell I am Austin Wells tossed in a garbage pail I'm from the bottom not from Harvard or Yale, darlin' Uh, prolly took a shot, even shot a few too Now my future bright, lookin' out is futile My mom was frugal, my pop was brutal School of hard knocks, all I did around the clock was doo-doo On the block all day and night like a prostitute do Every artist out there y'all like on the charts a doo-doo I'm from where thots will convolute you, the cops are cuckoo Charge you, try you and prosecute you, if not just shoot you Knock off your whole tribe with the chopper like Chaka Zulu Chef the impossible, opposite pyrex pots are voodoo Block magician, I chop a brick to a pasta noodle Fuck the charts I roll out I Swapped the old out and copped the new-new This is my possible moment of truth, shouts to Guru Cocked the Glock, let it do the do like cock-a-doodle Hospital, nah, growin' up only doctor you knew Was Dr. Dre, Dr. Jay, and maybe that Dr. Drew dude I was raised by Gregory and James Evans, dawg I catch you without that weapon that's Frank Drebin, dawg That's naked dawg, that's sacred dawg I spray your dawg, that's aerosol, let's face it dawg I Che Guevara, dawg, y'all make mistakes, not me, I create eras, dawg I play forever dawg, forever-ever dawg? Ever-ever dawg, ever-ever dawg? I play forever, dawg, never lost Record of wins and lessons, y'all Too effortless with the rhetoric to be a legend dog As far as the bars and the measures I'm Prolly highly regarded as God up in Heaven, dawg I play forever, dawg I play forever, dawg Far as the art, I'm what else but Magellan, dawg Hella bars, Nelson Mandela, dawg Draped in Maison Margiela, dawg, they jealous, dawg These niggas fake, I'm the eight kissin' the figure Eight, playin' Drake at a weddin', dawg Put that together, dawg, I'm clever dawg I play forever, dawg, ever-ever dawg? Ever-ever dawg These sessions are blessings, dawg Clever thoughts comin' out the barrel of G Dep Smith & Wessons, dawg These thoughts are the confessions, dawg Ever dawg, I play forever, dawg I-I fell in love with street, that's no lie No lie, no, no lie No lie, no, no lie I fell in love with the street life, I

Pull myself together, put on a new face Climb down up the hilltop, baby - ooh, I get back in the race Cause I've got dreams, yeah, dreams to remember Yeah, yeah, I've got dreams, oh dreams to remember Help me out Yo, my destiny rules everything around me, dream, get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all Everybody put their palms in the clouds, get your hands in the sky So it's not a problem to feel, y'all Even if I was broke as fuck I would lend you my last so you can holla at me still PMC in the place to be on the M.I.C still spitting that real Yo, you know the limericks are limitless, not limited in sentiment But incriments of infinite potental in the scenes You could benefit from getting off of the internet For just a minute, it's a simple song You could sing or Memorex, I meant mimic it When it hits the spirit it pulls the heartstrings Infamous and kindred, it's intrinsic when it's still in us From the genesis when we remember to dream, just... dream (That means you) I've got dreams to remember I've got dreams, yeah dreams to remember Help me out Yo, my determination runs every aspect mentally, I'm no dummy This scholar got skill, y'all Can't take what I visualise from it, you pull the wool over my eyes I swallowed the red pill Even if I was broke as fuck I would lend you my last so you could holla at me still Everybody put your palms to the clouds, get 'em up in the sky So it's not a problem to feel Welcome to the Age of Aquarius in the stages of various schemes Precariously I escape when I dream Each scene should win an Academy, put it up on the screen My strategy: Pharoahe's the king of Queens Who fiends for teens to view it as the new theme music Use it to shape their futures when they daydream to it Never elusive, never claim stupid Lucid, boost your recruits when you sing to it and just... dream (That means you) I've got dreams You know I'm down right excellent, about my scrilla, get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all I got you strung out on the music so I'm sort of like a dealer to a junkie Swallow that pill, y'all Sometimes it rains in Southern Cali and Philadelphia ain't always sunny Just keeping it real, y'all Talib Kweli in the place to be, yeah, you better believe Come on, you know the deal, y'all Five o'clock in the morning, just getting home from last night's performance When I'm dead tired from touring I hit the coffin I'm like a vampire required to stay dormant Out of the range, the sunlight with a doubt it'd remain I used to smoke so much weed that it clouded my brain I took a break, had to find life's meaning again Without the smoke in my lungs I started dreaming again I dreamed of candy-coated cars and panties that go with bra's Hurricanes named Sandy, I'm floating on Noah's ark, what? Police'll bleed blue cause he staying true to the uniform Dennis Rodman in North Korea looking for unicorns (that's ridiculous) The truth is I'm one of the best And when you snooze that's when you meet the cousin of death So when I say I never visited the cousin, I don't sleep I stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep (dream) I've got dreams to remember I've got dreams, yeah dreams to remember Help me out

Lyrical feenam an enigma Light years and eons beyond What you comprehend through modern day radio and television Servers, I pee on, like R-Kelly women In the limelight I'm primetime like Deion Through the fog I shine like X-5 Xenon Pharoahe Monch has a Sphinx Probably thinking more along the lines of Spinks like Leon I'm on some queen shit, (c'mon) I'm on some queen shit, (c'mon) You fuck around and get your faggot ass spleen split When on the mic I'm not the type to intervene wit' Jamaican house pays the [?] I mean shit I slash half assed rappers in the face and leave deep gashes I'm Hot! Give me room to rock I give heat rash This the beat bastards The master flow Jurassic Walking over water and drinking forties and acid The masses know the name alone agreed to blast it in the brains Disastrous, leave them battered and flabbergasted Multiple clashes with a hazardous man Whose hand crafted rap thrashes theirs Your honour I've seed past it My auras like a