The Top Chefs - Intellectual

[Intro: Pop Life & Deen Witter]

What, like eight for the chorus? (Oh yeah, we can do eight for the chorus)

Number 16... A'ight I'm wit' it (A'ight)

A'ight, let's do it

[Verse 1: Pop Life]

Sorta like P. Smith in these Sermons, determined

To get back to business, evaporated them egos

Now here we go

Jacob and Deen is a team of amigos

Never placebos, we the real drug in your bloodwork

Back in the booth, vocals over the work

Domestic, international, hectic

Hardcore, eclectic (We all that)

Floor mats dipped in Adderall, so focused

Not tryna be the had-it-all who's so broke

It's all he talk about, we about stayin'

The sayin' is First Serve's back, get to prayin'

[Bridge]

Da-da-da, da-da

[Verse 2: Deen Witter]

Yo, left stranded, scars and no Band-Aid

Man-made like jaws are fantastic

Elastic bucks, stretch the Armstrong

We back, like fuck threats of car bombs

Two jetliners, into buildings

Misguided but for the feelin'

Eye of the tiger, plus stripes and spangle

Lettin' loose raps like mic cords get tangled

[Pre-Chorus: Pop Life & Deen Witter]

We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best

Solemnly swear to cook it up with zest

Them other chefs be no contest

C'mon, get out the kitchen (We're here in the flesh)

[Chorus]

We the top chefs (Servin' it)

The top chefs (Servin' it)

We the top chefs (Servin' it)

The top chefs (Servin' it)

[Verse 3: Pop Life]

At the scream of the pistol, it becomes crystal clear

Deen and Pop, in the front, never the rear

Cardio kings, accustomed to the sweat and hard work

To get good, ain't good as it gets

Like an old school vet, I know beats and breaks

Like a new school threat, I know the heat that makes them hits

Body blows, get 'em blown to bits and pieces

And miss it, like Lee packs jeans with creases

Mission Objective: Make beats that's effective

Or find some like a detective

Time to get the mode selected

Then, rhyme perfected, then, go into the booth and have the rhymes ejected

Another word for spit

[Verse 4: Deen Witter]

So superb poetic individual transmit

[?] of architect, cravin' the hand smith

Bandana rap before Tupac

Witness the two Pop and D. Dove givin' the [?]

Slim pickin's like you a believer

Trash out, you the retriever

And he and I leave her

To damnation wit' it if we leave it to beaver

Trustin' old money is like Afrika Bam-Bam

The history is long here, mister ([?])

Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth

Diapers on another hot birth, it's First Serve

[Pre-Chorus: Deen Witter & Pop Life]

We pledge allegiance to serve y'all the best

Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest

Them other chefs are no contest

Yo, get out the kitchen (We're here in the flesh)

[Chorus]

We be the top chefs (Servin' it)

The top chefs (Servin' it)

We the top chefs (Servin' it)

The top chefs (Servin' it)