"The ingredients of success are the same as that of a cake,
Get ya bake on ".... -Maxx
To start it off, u need the first egg to crack, that's ya idea, light bulb glowin over top of you. Smell it sweet as cinnamon, that's brilliance cookin, sprinkle ya nitch secretly when nobody is lookin. Time to get the milk out, grind, that get u pumpin, how many scoops of flour, we give em a baker's dozen. Dough rise, enterprise, been inside the minds of divine chefs who bring they own flavor to the table.
Sugar to get the honeys, the sodium for the salty that fault me
for telling sorry story hawkers back up off me.
I'm bakin for those who held me down and in return never asked me for nathan, the first sayin congratulations.
That's the first step in greasin the pan,
if fam ain't your first fans then u gotta expand,
don't request with your mouth what u can't produce wit your hand, Put everything u got in the pot n stick to the plan.
Never be afraid to mix it, get wit it, whip it until u flippin liquid
wit a light thickness, give it a little more to make sure,
every last grain dissolved,
do this while u hum along to your favorite song.
Throw the oven on pre heat and wait for the flame,
Peep these events about to occur, part of chain,
soon as that aroma circulate the building,
u gone have to hear the second verse to be filled in...
That yeast start workin then its bread to be seen,
them rats smell it when its fresh,leave pellets all over your desk,
triple layer, I'm a master Chef,
got some shit on the shelf,that'll auto theft ya breath.
This ain't pathmark or tiffany's, I made it from scratch,
Martha stewart ain't true as the dude you viewin,
can't mimick the batch.
A few new things, a spice here n there, a pinch something nice,
can't tell but u can smell it in the air.
Every neighbor bangin on my door,drivin the tenants mad,
its heavy on every floor.
they all brought a plate but no carrots to make more
and be ready to go to war if one crumb hit the floor.
The net is ape shit, they watchin me Ustream, while the cake coolin, I'm grabbin some ice cream.
Lookin through the keyhole, two hundred eyes beamin,
two hundred mouths salivatin, please Google Pheindin.
Icing on the cake now, I'm sparkin a blizzy, cold milk,
a bitch with me now its time to get busy.
Hair straight when she come, when she leave, its frizzy,
sugar high or its success, either way we dizzy.
Save some for the seeds, its hard I'm greedy,
sweet tooth achin, taggin up Soul Grafitti,
I'm really calculatin cash like calories, sling salad for salaries,
self 'll rise like flour G. Come n get a slice...
from It's All KoolAid;-)
released October 1, 2012
Produced by:MaxxSteelTheGOD for A-Millyon Ideaz Ent ™
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