[Paroles de "Ultimate Umami" ft. Lyrics Born]
[Couplet 1 : Lateef the Truthspeaker]
Like life it's sweet but it's a bitter sweet
Not too sweet but sweet and sour with a salty lean a little black pepper
Some pepper flake ghost pepper greens celery
Onions and carrots baked with some butter beans
First bite senses take flight then it's another thing
Notes of the Earth and the air in your watered drink
How'd they get that macha in there? And how's it bubbling?
I thought I saw a tentacle slithering wet and buttery subtly troubling
But I've been wondering as to muscle discovеry
Due to shells I'm uncovering with barniclеs stuck to 'em
Just worried that the tusks will bite back when I'm going in
And I don't want to chip a tooth on a bone broth with bones in em
Not even the bones of an alien found on homes in andromeda
Where carnivorous plants give off the flavor of fauna
That they've digested by chance and that gets harvested off 'em
So you can sprinkle your lamb with little stardust particles
Presentation? Looked like string theory
Inter dimensional geometrical, extra-terrestrial
Architectural design
When they asked the critic how it tasted he responded fine, it's fine
That motherfucker must be out of his mind
Which can happen with the mushrooms that they add in the grind
And some other mystery powder from time to time
Proprietary superfine sour like lime, fuck up ya time line
Line after line, temporal tempura
Served in a clay pot singing out a sura
Maybe 13:35 favorite of the purists
It's perfect but let me get a taste of yours, what's this?
[Couplet 2 : Leeroy]
Je chasse l'épaisse fumée couleur café
Inhale ce puissant fumet beurre boucané
Des flammes de plusieurs coudées sous le clapet
Le gras d'un texte fumant sur le drapé
Ça crépite sous la cloche, le flow est vif, c'est marqué à la torche
Choc thermique, brûle dans l'azote, puis fini à la broche
Hun, c'est bouillant sur les bords, collant sur l'écorce
Brûlante, le cœur coulant sur le top, gluant sous la coque
Hun, première bouchée, c'est le tsunami
Deuxième, t'es au bout d'ta vie ; troisième, tu en boufferais toute la nuit
Ouais, tel mămăligă pour la Roumanie
Le diable et la Tasmanie, j'suis dans mon ultimate umami
Comme arachide et patate douce, le combo est magique
J'ouvre la bouche, trinque à la vie, des punchlines à la louche
Extatique, la salle est full, j'ai la rime volcanique
En mode ratatouille orgasmique ; mon rap : ma soul food
[Couplet 3 : Lyrics Born]
My voice box like soy sauce or hoisin
Drop in like coin slots, sip like robois, and I slice opps
Like Candied yams, I never come empty handed
I'm a fancy man, wearing antique gems
Oh, boo boo, I'm too cool, new shoes and new suit
All bright green like yuzu, or the letters on Hulu
All four food groups, Bamboo Shoots, and soon Doo Boo
Fruit loops with yoo hoo, turned the moo juice a blue hue
LB's confectionary, my sweet tooth legendary
Swear it's gon put me in the cemetery dead and buried
Here lies a liar, cremate me in an air-fryer
Lyricurl Activated spray it, no hair dryer
Sesame seeds whatever the recipe needs
Infesting your feeds with delicious pictures of me
I'm tasting her feet morsels like Nestle
Girl besame mucho while I'm basting these beats
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