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cook 'em - lords of the underground lyrics

[intro]
this should be illegal

[chorus]
it’s cold in the kitchen, crowding at the top (cook ’em)
ain’t lying to you though, this ain’t gon never stop (cook ’em)
sometimes you gotta put the water in a pot (cook ’em)
turn the fire on homie heat it up (cook ’em)
cook ’em, cook ’em
turn the fire on homie heat it up (cook ’em)
cook ’em, cook ’em
turn the fire on homie heat it up

[verse 1: doitall]
ayo i’m tryna decide if this frankfurt or stuttgart
on a flight in, i’ma robbin from that newark
that part, flow tight, my art great white
big shark, all week, we don’t take no sleep
apr*n hanging loosely on a garment as i whip it up
sticks get bangеd in, drop, do you pick it up?
nah, little scr*pper, that’s a throwaway, listen up
bang, bang, snow lords bеtter turn us up

[verse 2: mr. funke]
mythical like the yeti [?] you’re still very necessary
things can get very hairy, rappers out distant [?]
my crew is so legendary, talk to my secretary
colder than february, december and january
i don’t know no lucy but i do know mary
this one for all of my little homies that’s waking up
now that you’re starting to peep the game, let’s shake it up
even if we break it up
[chorus]
it’s cold in the kitchen, crowding at the top (cook ’em)
ain’t lying to you though, this ain’t gon never stop (cook ’em)
sometimes you gotta put the water in a pot (cook ’em)
turn the fire on homie heat it up (cook ’em)
cook ’em, cook ’em
turn the fire on homie heat it up (cook ’em)
cook ’em, cook ’em
turn the fire on homie heat it up

[verse 3: doitall]
let the ice burn, stove top, i can melt a pot
pans too, dress it up, serve it to this tabletop
feed it to the people through them smartphones and desktops
chef in the kitchen, we stay cookin’ hip hop
my new dead signature, the others, they don’t weigh enough
the glue, the stitching, this is called the healing up
lord jazz mix it up, push it like a tesla
backflip, send me off the rope like a wrestler

[verse 4: mr. funke]
hit a lobby over soon, lord’s out in germany, in the snow with the goons
but you ain’t ain’t got no passport, you are just from your room
your lady see my name in license like she’s howling at the moon
and you can have your degrees, i come from a better school
like the moors out in spain, they try to forget the rule
you don’t want me on your feature, you put me on any beat
i’m a monster, i’m a creature, i’ll eat ya
[chorus]
it’s cold in the kitchen, crowding at the top (cook ’em)
ain’t lying to you though, this ain’t gon never stop (cook ’em)
sometimes you gotta put the water in a pot (cook ’em)
turn the fire on homie heat it up (cook ’em)
cook ’em, cook ’em
turn the fire on homie heat it up (cook ’em)
cook ’em, cook ’em
turn the fire on homie heat it up

- lords of the underground lyrics

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