Rhythm Kitchen Rare Americans (Ft. D Smoke)

[Verse 1: Jamesy Boy]
I walk into the party, a mansion in the sky
Hints of burning weed, shimmer in the peoples eyes
Looked over to the kitchen, preparation of a feast
Pretty lady with a meat clever, had a chicken by the feet
The DJ was spinning old school beats
Puff the magic dragon, from ’63
She stood outside on the balcony
Like a Lilly in the sun
Offered me a sip of her tea
Said, “If you want to have some fun”

[Chorus: Jamesy Boy]
Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen
Life is delicious
We got everything you want
It’s the house of good livin’
Some come here to remember
Some come here to forget
Please make yourself at home
This is the best that it gets
At Rhythm Kitchen (At Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (At Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (At Rhythm Kitchen)

[Verse 2: D Smoke]
Heaven said cook em’ a dish with a pinch of that groovy
Mixed with some originality
It had to be stuff in cupboard or touch of some lovin’
Plus about a dozen kick drums
It’s uhm, something like lunch time, I’m uhm, stumping, like drum line
Rhymes fall down from sky, young minds
Find it fun fucking frying French fries
If it means I can buy a clean mic
Make me sound butter, better, bubble sprite
Better blow, better grow, huddle tight
Set the plan, run the play, if I recite
A verse that's been cooked on the stove with open flame
Chef Boyardee, Smoke the name
All my ingredients organically locally grown, that’s closer to home
Propane, grill order, charcoal pit
Stay out my kitchen, it’s hardcore shit