Текст песни Maxim - Hell's Kitchen

Текст:

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

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