Walk is my pace but I'm winning the race
Pen on my palm I'm zen but ready to harm
Sharpen the blade I'm cutting some antics
I'm like the sun and the rain
The hate's getting static
Call me bipolar like I'm M-town's weather
Different color I'm shredding my cheddar
And I'm getting my bread
Cooking like a chef I'm on Ramsay's level with a pencil YA
Flame in the kitchen but I ain't no devil
The kettle is steaming it's my turn to season
My time to shine, my time to rise
Adding my touch and they all be trembling
Scaring the heathens with a talent from God
Aware that I'm flawed
But they still applaud
'Cause they I'm real
Unlike the frauds
Okay, listen
My haters are squealed
And all the fake rappers are starting to kneel
The story is written and I will succeed
Why?
'Cause I'm another breed
In four-five years I'm getting the cream
And I'll fulfill my dreams with all of my peers
Going to places they have never seen
And go on them stages all the way to Vegas
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
I studied the game
I'm doing it better
So many names
I write with the feather
Down on my checklist
I'm doing the groceries
What did I miss?
It ain't the bread or the cheese
The cart is full
I got
Five loaves
Two fish
I'm the
Gusteau of the 4-5-0
Give me the crumbs
And I'll give you something
I never had nothing I came from the slumps
I did a lot with the little I had
Came from the bottom
So I am uncommon
Burning the mic
3rd degree burns on my hands
I'm flaming like IKE
Lit up the pen when I write
Lit up the stands
When I step on the stage
Choir with Chance
I lit up the stage
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
Denz - The Chef Lyrics
Denz - The Chef Lyrics
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Walk is my pace but I'm winning the race
Pen on my palm I'm zen but ready to harm
Sharpen the blade I'm cutting some antics
I'm like the sun and the rain
The hate's getting static
Call me bipolar like I'm M-town's weather
Different color I'm shredding my cheddar
And I'm getting my bread
Cooking like a chef I'm on Ramsay's level with a pencil YA
Flame in the kitchen but I ain't no devil
The kettle is steaming it's my turn to season
My time to shine, my time to rise
Adding my touch and they all be trembling
Scaring the heathens with a talent from God
Aware that I'm flawed
But they still applaud
'Cause they I'm real
Unlike the frauds
Okay, listen
My haters are squealed
And all the fake rappers are starting to kneel
The story is written and I will succeed
Why?
'Cause I'm another breed
In four-five years I'm getting the cream
And I'll fulfill my dreams with all of my peers
Going to places they have never seen
And go on them stages all the way to Vegas
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
I studied the game
I'm doing it better
So many names
I write with the feather
Down on my checklist
I'm doing the groceries
What did I miss?
It ain't the bread or the cheese
The cart is full
I got
Five loaves
Two fish
I'm the
Gusteau of the 4-5-0
Give me the crumbs
And I'll give you something
I never had nothing I came from the slumps
I did a lot with the little I had
Came from the bottom
So I am uncommon
Burning the mic
3rd degree burns on my hands
I'm flaming like IKE
Lit up the pen when I write
Lit up the stands
When I step on the stage
Choir with Chance
I lit up the stage
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
Pen on my palm I'm zen but ready to harm
Sharpen the blade I'm cutting some antics
I'm like the sun and the rain
The hate's getting static
Call me bipolar like I'm M-town's weather
Different color I'm shredding my cheddar
And I'm getting my bread
Cooking like a chef I'm on Ramsay's level with a pencil YA
Flame in the kitchen but I ain't no devil
The kettle is steaming it's my turn to season
My time to shine, my time to rise
Adding my touch and they all be trembling
Scaring the heathens with a talent from God
Aware that I'm flawed
But they still applaud
'Cause they I'm real
Unlike the frauds
Okay, listen
My haters are squealed
And all the fake rappers are starting to kneel
The story is written and I will succeed
Why?
'Cause I'm another breed
In four-five years I'm getting the cream
And I'll fulfill my dreams with all of my peers
Going to places they have never seen
And go on them stages all the way to Vegas
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
I studied the game
I'm doing it better
So many names
I write with the feather
Down on my checklist
I'm doing the groceries
What did I miss?
It ain't the bread or the cheese
The cart is full
I got
Five loaves
Two fish
I'm the
Gusteau of the 4-5-0
Give me the crumbs
And I'll give you something
I never had nothing I came from the slumps
I did a lot with the little I had
Came from the bottom
So I am uncommon
Burning the mic
3rd degree burns on my hands
I'm flaming like IKE
Lit up the pen when I write
Lit up the stands
When I step on the stage
Choir with Chance
I lit up the stage
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
One time for all of my haters (Yea)
Two times for all of my doubters (Wo)
Three-four times for y'all fake rappers
I burn you like paper
I burn you like paper
Writer: Daniel Saad
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid