Spittin On Ye Citystreets - Chef’Special

We comin' for ye mind

We comin' for ye brain

We comin' in the night

We comin' here to stay

We bringin' something aight

Something you can’t explain

We bringin' somethin' that you can’t, break

Can’t deny

That oh so many tried

But they got left behind

Silent 'n unstatisfied

We comin for ye daughters

Their virginities

Nobody here to stop us

'cus we got illabeats

We got 'm stinking feet

Sweaty socks up in our sneakers

Sumping, spittin on ye citystreets

Ain’t got condoms in our pockets

Be 'm non stoppin cherry poppers

What’s up?

chef in the scene

Who got the biggest toys?

Chef’special

Makin ye boy feelin

Less special

Who bout to grap the mic?

Chef’special

Makin ye guy feeling

Less special

Aight there i said it man

No need for direspect

Forget the fact

We remind you of the shit you lack

We be credible cus

One fifth of us is black

'what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?'

One fifth of us is black

Don’t make me look funny

I’ll kick ye lunch money

24/7 hungry

You got nuttin on me

We comin for ye daughters

Their virginities

Nobody here to stop us

Cus we got illabeats

'n we got 'm stinking feet

Sweaty socks up in our sneakers

Jumpin, spittin, rockin in ye citystreets

Who got the biggest toys?

Chef’special

Makin ye boy feelin

Less special

Who bout to grap the mic?

Chef’special

Makin ye guy feeling

Less special