The Uppercla** Men - Recipe lyrics

Chorus You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe Yeah that's the recipe You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe Yeah that's the recipe Verse 1: Mr. Harris Welcome to the major leagues It's time to bring the big bats out Got my pinch hitters running, tryna get to home plate while the fiends touch base Label me the dark Knight 9k ain't nothing to a ace- Tryna tap into my mental like nova cane laced- Bars after bars that's time I'm about to face- Protracted figures so these n***as can't trace- Don't let the bullsh** astound you- Gotta let clowns do, what clowns do,fall back watch the show- Road rage,a lot of road rage,yes its a whole lot of road rage,cause we ain't in same lane- And we ain't on the same thangs- Ain't in the same lens or scope so we ain't in the same range- Feelings hurt pop excedrin for the pain- You flow,you rap,claim your different but to me you all sound the same- Top of the line, means top of the paper, see where im heading,that's how I aim Chorus You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe, Yeah that's the recipe You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe, Yeah that's the recipe Verse 2: Shaislike I never ever hit em with the same flow I'm like a tidal when I bang bro You could surf with me or get wiped out But keep tryna coast and its lights out Cowabunga dude I hit that turtle time And then poke your girl by her girdle line I murder mine cuz I prefer to shine And you a b**h n***a you can't get with mine like that... So I be getting high when I'm feeling low Vans on and my hat back And three Js rolled in my knapsack These nagging girls you can have that I'm tryna to earn points like the Nasdaq Have my stock go up cuz I pay to play And your day to day is just to paper chase That's a no You should try and roll with the winners Smoke in the air as the high getting thinner Your girl over here then she know she gonna eat with the n***as on the team cuz they all got dinner Got a couple stacks and they all in my denim She talking bout them lames man but we don't get 'em Nah we really don't get 'em Topnotch sh** over here when we we hitting like Chorus You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe, Yeah that's the recipe You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe, Yeah that's the recipe Verse 3: MvRK Take a half cup of that D-Boy I'm a B-boy from Brooklyn With a teaspoon of that Frank White with a Great White, I'm an island I'm a transplant, no trans fat, this all muscle in my flow These three chefs is all we need too many cooks in the kitchen tho This my plate hitta no tasting And we all gonna feast no wasting Cooking pasta shells no casings With No cases, That's waving And I'm just getting started here Open up the oven for the pre-heat Back to back, MVP, Like Lebron that's Pre-Heat 365 That's all day, Uppercla** running through the hallways Playing show after show for the green day Tell her Kiss the rings, mistletoe, it's a holiday All Star Heat 98' call me Hardaway Packing green, super bowls, hitta that's a bouquet Ding ding ding cause the foods here Leaving hot sh** behind like a cavalier Chorus You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe, Yeah that's the recipe You can get with it or get lost I'm in another altitude when I hit this off More bottles, more trees Roll it up That's the recipe, Yeah that's the recipe