The Constant

By Chefdox

On Acid Luxury

Released on November 23, 2021

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(Verse 1)

I'm not in my prime yet

Make rhymes you can't even digest

I'm not saying that I'm best, but if we in a contest

It's like WWE with my triceps

There ain't no options for others, It's Chef, Cheffa, and Chefdox

And I make hits like Red Sox

And you watch me music videos like RedBox

You noticed my haircut? No, It's not dreadlocks

One day you'll realise I'm realer than these guys all up in your mind, I know you need some time to write a letter to my box

It's not chicken pox it's rеd bruises

It's rare for me to losе

I'm walking graciously, It's probably in my shoes

But I've been ducking the news

They know I'm stuck up in my room and that's been stuck up on the moon

I'm sweeping opps just like a broom

You see the process then you're doomed, I can't have witnesses for the shit I'm 'bout to do

She might be into this but I ain't got her to prove

Can't catch me 'cuz I been on the move, constant, non-stop

I beat box down the alley, which side of Chicago?

I switch sides, gone from 13th like Apollo

I get on stage and take my shirt off like a model

I spit game, your girl prefers to swallow

Get on the floor and do my workouts so I'm golden like a moro

I'm a genius with these words, unless your head is hallow

Sometimes I can't answer 'cuz hell if I know

I go to heaven, do a wrong move, that's tomorrow

You're lost? Need someone? You can use me to follow

If I get aggressive run away like you a rhino

(Verse 2)

I try my hardest when no one's looking

I'm more like James Harden when you Devon Bookin'

You got a nice smile, but I like it crooked

MVP, me, Chef with a C

I'm a rookie

You chocolate chip when I bake a cookie, last place

I can't even lie that was a fast race, not bad for the guy

I'm on a fast pace, eat a piece of the pie but here's the last plate

I pass it straight to the child that had a bad day

Just a tad late, No one with him to cheer him on but I'm there for it

Got shouted at by his mum so I care, lord

He wishin' he could buy a passport to leave

His mama evil

I give him my keys so he starts speeding and breaking the limits for no good reason

He feelin' heartbroken 'cuz of how his mum treated him

He can't escape that 'cuz it's deep in him

So the one thing he can do is-

*Car Crash*