Got the Recipe

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yo, [?] we got another one my nigga (2009 shit)
Ayo Bronson (What up?)
Ayo [?] (What up?)
Straight up man
I'm here with the motherfuckin' [?] they way that nigga serves 'em up (That's right)
Know what I mean? (Yeah)
We got tenderloin in the oven right now
([?] just to find the truffles)
Steak rub nigga nigga
(That's word)
Ayo, ayo, ayo
(That's word)

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo I progress steadily, move with integrity
Clock cheddar heavily, word that's the recipe
Exceptionally ill with this rap shit, get back [?]
Like [?] I can show you hot the Mac spit
But I ain't talkin' bout [?] been liver
Had a few fucked up years, [?] a survivor
Type to stay on my job not a resignеr
I was just a minor gettin' head in a reclinеr
Making moves major night fiend with a pager
White, Puerto Rican, black, had chicks in every flavor
Substances that you savor, selling it to your neighbor
They never going down, I keeps 'em on me, escalader
Stupidly stupendous [?]
Use to sip [?] when we crack bottles on the benches
That's that QU shit that I kick from the heart
My rhyme book belongs in the modern museum of art

[Chorus: Action Bronson]
Mind over matter, skip the chatter with the fuckin' batter up
Batter up, silver plate the platter up
It's all about who got the fatter duck
We poke your bladder up and let the fuckin' chopper cut your cabbage up
Indigenous weapons [?] sour lemon scented
Salutations from the kitchen gave by seven Frenchmen
We make the sauce, the title is the saucier
The chain reaction from the metal powder [?] the tray

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]
A seven hundred dollar bottle of that [?]
Far and away, extraordinary God display
[?] 'em, look beyond the solar system
Draw it all into a square until you find what's missing
Take your time 'cause patience is your best friend
Simmering the [?] sets in
Prep your area, sterilize the work tools
Foul living, never seen upon the church stools
I'm still sportin' the shorts until the [?] winter
The charismatic, the dope addict, the shredder, splinter
Roll the magic, I'm feeling like I'm [?] in the water
How the fuck I managed rolling a quarter, slaughter
Many cattle, many time for pleasure
Modeling the skin while I'm searching for the treasure
Yo keep a [?], sink your body deep in that Coup
Or they seem to find you sleep in that suit, shoot
The big dipper, the golden candy caddy tipper
Close my eyes back in time, tryna murder Hitler
My mind, it rhymes, aligned with the solar signs
Dinosaurs disappear [?] holding wine
Layers of cake, fiends up in the Okeechobee Lake
Freshwater pike is on the [?] plate
Set the table, butcher up the baby lamb
Brazed artichoke [?] 80 grams

[Chorus: Action Bronson]
Mind over matter, skip the chatter with the fuckin' batter up
Batter up, silver plate the platter up
It's all about who got the fatter duck
We poke your bladder up and let the fuckin' chopper cut your cabbage up
Indigenous weapons [?] sour lemon scented
Salutations from the kitchen gave by seven Frenchmen
We make the sauce, the title is the saucier
The chain reaction from the metal powder [?] the tray

[Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren]
Yo crab leg interior, splash with [?] butter
Eating like aristocrats but when it's war we more gutter
Fuck your mother, I should cut her
When it's on, that's how I think
Snatch a baby up, drown 'em, leave 'em floating in the sink
My link look right in the sunlight, we dumb tight
When niggas on the other side of town down to gunfight
Air Nike jam since way back been slappin' ya
[?] with parmesan crusted tilapia

[Outro: Meyhem Lauren]
Word up, nigga
Meyhem Lauren, Action Bronson, [?] on the beat
Y'all niggas know what it is, son