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the recipe - jk-47 lyrics

[verse 1]
jk*47 a savage
and he don’t wanna do nothin’ but stacking up mad riches
so it don’t really matter if you thinking you had this in the bag
’cause he came to throw whatever you had into the trash bin
rapping assassin
’cause i been bodyin’ these tracks and stickin’ to my raps like it’s a magnet
turn you to addict ’cause i’m giving you dope rhymes
while hangin’ up your favourite rapper out on my clothesline
they be like, “jk, when you gettin’ that flow signed?”
i tell ’em no way, i’ma own my own rhymes
the throne’s mine and i’ma take it just like i’m simba
into some sh*t you wouldn’t wanna get into
flow cold as winter, being what i’m meant to be
nothing more, nothing less of my destiny
f the rest tryna test a g
ecb about to win it, get the referee

[chorus]
best believe i got the recipe
chef with it ’cause this rap be my specialty
yes indeed, i be ahead of ’em, see
because i’m never letting anybody get to me
best believe (what?), i got the recipe
give me feta, give me cheddar, i need extra cheese
yes indeed (ayy), i be ahead of ’em, see
because i’ll never break or let the haters get to me (uh)
[verse 2]
pick up, pick up, it’s the rapper wizard
producing the magic, come in and have a listen
ain’t never seen a crew that do it as hard as us
we get cold up on the mic and leave you in a blizzard
bruvah, i got next to be one of the best
and not even have to rap unless you runnin’ a check
so lord knows what i’m coming with next
but i’ma keep ’em yellin’ out like, “he done it again”
’cause i’m one in a million the way i pick apart the beat
quick to turn a melody into a masterpiece
people lookin’ at me as if i ain’t hard to beat
but if they was in my shoes, they wouldn’t even last a week
i was living in a world way too dark to see
now i get up on the stage and i charge a fee
i remember back when i found it hard to speak
but now i get upon a track and rip it apart to pieces
’cause uncle jay be crazy, even ask my nieces
paint a picture with the sh*t and leave an artist speechless
this sh*t is straight absurd how i get on their nerves
and now they got the nerve to tell me to speak less
can we just all get along?
act like you don’t see me i been here along
no love for the policeman, they think i’m in the wrong
on some shyhiem sh*t how they go on and on and on and on
you hear the song, can’t touch it without a pair of tongs
hate it or love it, regardless, i’ma carry on
give ’em the sauce when i step on the beat
press play and get the flavor like it’s something to eat
feed off all of my haters, but they ain’t nothing to me
stuck on the hustle like the bubblegum that’s under your seat
do it so my mother and all of my brothers can eat
so take a seat, jacob peter in the kitchen ’bout to dish up a feast (it’s dinner time)
[chorus]
i got the recipe
chef with it ’cause this rap be my specialty
yes indeed, i be ahead of ’em, see
because i’m never letting anybody get to me
best believe (what?), i got the recipe
give me feta, give me cheddar, i need extra cheese
yes indeed (ayy), i be ahead of ’em, see
because i’ll never break or let the haters get to me (uh)

- jk 47 lyrics

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