Karate Frees Cookin Soul

[Intro: ? and Action Bronson]
Action bronson in the building, we gonna get right into it man
We need to...wooo
You know everybody that comes up here gotta - gotta rock it
So I'mma rap

Cookin' Soul

[Verse: 1]
Yo queens shit, outdoors men shit
Ayo, ayo
She bent over in a mirror taking pictures
Crew a bunch of dykes and some Puerto Rican strippers
From Ridgewood she did her thing just like a bitch should
But in the morning started burning, I can't piss good
I cleared that up though, diver’s scallops - sear ‘em
Seven grams of fuzzy in the palm’ll be the serum
The Rocketeer, out in Switzerland we poppin’ there
Mulatto babiеs cause you know that im a chocolatier
Haze galorе, Asian on the carpet
From the land not from the market
Blunts rolled consecutively
Who every really thought this motha fucka destined to be?
This type of style on the mic, get razzled - dazzled
Stretch you like pilate
Penetrate your flower then I dip - Karate
The shotty Hollywood, I gave the bitch a nosejob
And fuck a new Benz I'd rather cop the old Saab
Velour down short set paired with the cream joints
Wine, I always swirl it and smell it
Make an esteemed choice
Krees - always known to keep a fiend moist
I swear my words’ll have me hopping out the green Royce
Rolls and blunted, crispy chicken, aged cheddar
Bonnie got a block of cheese, no it ain't feta yo
The semi-soft flow master with the hemi-talk
I swear my words have me- Yo -yo -yo -yo-
Uh, holdup