In Hell's Kitchen

Elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements



I've been to the land of milk and honey

And those ingredients, they don't exist

The origin, the precise meaning of my prayer

Is to adapt and carry your own crucifix

I've spend time slaving over the cooker

Being observed by the onlooker

Kill the lamb inside that exists

And taken the kiss away from my lips



Ruthless approach to holding power

It might, but it cannot last forever

Within my kitchen elements of desire

Simmer, cooked, fuel my fire

The strength understood

Boiled down to a broth, but never consumed

The science of my food, my lyrical styles

Satisfy your mood



Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

Reload the elements, bring forth the ingredients



Elements in Hell's Kitchen



Impose thrills, represent skills

Denotes, and show you I'm a true chef

Enter my kitchen, we will devour

And consume until there is nothing left

Assume my enemies have their faculties

And know what's fact and fiction

My existence persistent, real evidence imminent

Like a true Egyptian



Come read my menu

I'll follow through and satisfy

With a five course lyrical

Chew and swallow, wash down with Port

Dessert laced with Maxim sauce

Ain't no question, malnutrition, indisgestion is always overlooked

The elements I cook can't be found in the 90's cookbook



Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

Reload the elements, bring forth the ingredients



As the fire continues to burn

So does the food upon my dish

Lost souls swirl around the ceiling

The stench is high like fish

I bring forth all the ingredients, the elements

Bake a cake and feed the multitude

I play the prostitute in the house of ill repute



Elements in Hell's Kitchen, elements

Elements in Hell's Kitchen, elements



The utensils I use in my kitchen

Belong to me and nobody else

I feed you complex styles of my spoon

Cos a normal spoon, that would melt

Glamorise with my dressing

Nouns, pronouns, verbs are my herbs

Succulent and edible, digestible

Each and every single verse



Come sip my melodic substance

Wet your plate, drink every drop from the glass

Everything is pulverised, double-fried

And contains everything that's phat

This ain't no fast lyric joint

Unlike fast food everything has a point

Nutritional characteristics, your brain I anoint



Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Elements

Reload the elements, bring forth the ingredients



Bring forth the ingredients

Bring forth the ingredients

Elements

Elements

Bring forth the ingredients

Elements