CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 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 sh*t you really love
Come on, you better turn this sh*t 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
Spittin' fluid in all directions you can feel this
Never fakin' Mack gone bring the realness
Yeah, difficult to deal with, certainly
Rappers talkin' sh*t, 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 whack 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
???
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
Yo they already be shook
From what we be spittin all this sh*t'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 sh*t 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' ??? 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 ??? 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
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 sh*t you really love
Come on, you better turn this sh*t 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
Spittin' fluid in all directions you can feel this
Never fakin' Mack gone bring the realness
Yeah, difficult to deal with, certainly
Rappers talkin' sh*t, 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 whack 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
???
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
Yo they already be shook
From what we be spittin all this sh*t'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 sh*t 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' ??? 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 ??? 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
