roast

# Yusuf - "Roast" *(Verse 1)* Yo, step in the kitchen, chef with the diction, Bars sizzle hot, call it lyrical friction. Yusuf in the spot, crowd lean and listen, Flame to the beat, my rhymes on a mission. Seasoned like cast iron, words flip immaculate, I turn bland beef to filet, that’s miraculous. Serve ‘em in the booth, gourmet with the spatula, Competition salty, I’m the vinegar, spectacular. You want heat? I’m volcano in a rhyme form, Ashes to ashes, your verses gettin’ deformed. I marinate the truth, let it soak in the sound, When I spit, smoke rise, you can smell it all around. No need for a grill, I roast with the syntax, Charred up your ego, now you wanna retract. Searin’ every letter, no escape, no cap, Yusuf on the mic, burn your name off the map. *(Chorus)* Roast, roast, got ‘em sweatin’ in the front row, Everything you drop lookin’ dry and hollow. Roast, roast, every verse, every tempo, Yusuf with the flame, leave the stage in a wisp, yo. *(Verse 2)* I’m a beast in the kitchen, check the apron and toque, Got you wishin’ for relief, but you stuck in this smoke. No oven mitts, just the heat from my quotes, I sauté your weak lines, drown ‘em quick like a boat. You brag about your sauce, but it’s watered and bland, I’m ten steps ahead, with a torch in my hand. Heat check, mic check, time to sweat for the crowd, I roast so precise, leave ‘em battered and wowed. Wordplay sharp like a knife through brisket, Slice up the beat, let the critics all risk it. My punchlines tender, but my delivery cruel, Serve it ice cold, but the aftertaste fuel. So when you step up, bring your best or retreat, I turn the cipher into kitchen—now you’re ready to eat. No capsaicin needed, I’m spicy by birth, Yusuf with the fire, I’m the chef of this earth. *(Chorus)* Roast, roast, got ‘em sweatin’ in the front row, Everything you drop lookin’ dry and hollow. Roast, roast, every verse, every tempo, Yusuf with the flame, leave the stage in a wisp, yo. *(Outro)* Watch the crowd salivate, plates cleaned, it’s a feast, Every bar well-done, not a hint of the least. So next time you see sparks, better know who it be— Yusuf with the roast, now it’s dinner on me.