The Top Chefs - De La Soul

What… like eight for the chorus?

(Oh yeah, we could do eight for the chorus)

Another 16?

Aight, I’m wit it

(Aight) Aight, let’s do it

Sorta like P. Smith and E. Sermon

Determined to get back to business

Evaporated them egos, now here we go

Jacob and Deen is the team amigo!

Never placebos, we’re the real drug in your blood work

Back in the booth, vocals over dub work

Domestic, international hectic

Hardcore eclectic — we all that

Formats, dipped in adderall — so focused!

Not trying to be the had-it-all old who sold broke

It’s all we talk about, we about stayin

The saying is First Serve’s back — get to prayin!

Yo, left stranded scars and no Band-Aid

Man-made like Jaws of fantastic

Elastic bucks Stretch to Armstrong

We back like fuck threats and car bombs

Two jet liners, into buildings

Misguided but fought the feeling

Eye of the tiger plus stripes and spangle

Lettin loose raps like mic chords and tangle

We pledge allegiance to serve y’all the best

Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest

Them other chefs be no contest

Come on get out the kitchen!

Here in the flesh…

We be the top chefs!

— Servin it

The top chefs — servin it…

At the scream of the pistol, it becomes crystal clear

(Deen and Pop) in the front, never the rear

Cardio kings accustomed to the sweat

And hard work that get good ain’t good as it gets

(Like an old school vet) I know beats and breaks

Like a new school threat, I know the heat that makes them HITS

(Body blows) Get 'em blown to bits and pieces

(And missing!) Like Lee patch jeans with creases

Mission objective: make beats that’s effective

I find some like a detective

Time to get the most selected (been), rhyme perfected (been)

Going to the booth and have them rhymes ejected

(Another word for spin)

So self superb word poetic individual transmit

Pen-chiseled architect, cravin the hand smith

Bandana wrapped before 2Pac

Witnessed the two poppin D-Dove givin the fever

Slim pickings like you a believer

Trashed out and you the retriever, and he and I neither

To damnation with it if we leave it to Beaver

Trustin old money is like Afrika Bam Bam

The history is long here mister (well, Van Dam!)

Clockwork and how you not work a pot worth

Diapers on another hot birth, it’s First Serve

We pledge allegiance to serve y’all the best

Solemnly swear to cook it up with the zest

Them other chefs be no contest

Come on get out the kitchen!

Here in the flesh…

We be the top chefs!

— Servin it

The top chefs — servin it…