kitchensings

I was thinking of the perfect track kitchen king when I rap i dont mean to boast but i can turn it from the bread to toast recording on my phone no booth no studio nothing fancy like that just in my zone i dont hold back cause when I rap im a wizard at that yeah im a wizz couldn't even test me if you was a pop quiz hit me with the words and ill hit it back like this no shit always on point always truth legit fire when I spit i hit the ball out park like im fucking babe Ruth home run everytime from the start when I rhyme sharp line perfect time always divine smart mind dope beat combined intertwined and it just comes out fine yeah man no lying when I cook its only words that im frying as I be cooking up a storm with nothing but a word swarm coming in quick coming in slow cadence equipped thats how I flow I just go nothing else ya need to know no one else competing with me im number 1 ya see calm as the ocean but rough as the seas cold as ice i freeze yeah and it shows i come in cook it up serve it up so me and the beat like chalk and cheese im in my own league make the hairs on ya neck stand up with ease what im cooking takes good not just good looking I dint even need a hook and I been a crook man done my time no sooking in and out time to settle man I been boiling like that kettle switching lanes fast im heavy on the petal but move nice and gentle man yeah cause thats what I am.. do disguise no suprise what you see with ya eyes is what ya get always a step ahead on the flex time for these other rappers to put the mic down and give it a rest,