Letra de Consumption

[Intro]
Yo, I'm hungry, hungry?
Chef boysandardee
[Verse 1]
If you put socrates in Sauconys
Added the father, son, and spirit
And had him living off his rap despite the fact that no one even hear it
You may have fashioned
Wait
Add a little juju
From Juju, Psycho les, and Fashion
Bake until you're flabbergasted
One spoon of Sun Tzu, kung fu, and grapplin'
Jackie Chan, Charlie Chaplin, Tracy Chapman
Cool on a pedestal till fire's finished cracklin'
Then put on some goggles, peep the chemical reaction
Season with the sasón of an assassin
Add tumeric, and oregano
Slice it with a saber, serve a slice to captain
save-a-hoe
When his convulsions is done, he'll start talking in tongues but don't let him take any Tums
Or Rolaids
After he writhes the whole day
He'll live a life that's full where he won't die of old age
The transformation from the homemade
Whole grain
Will heal your whole brain
So have a whole plate, free your membrane from the mundane
This chow more savory than a steak
It even come in powder, you can take it in a shake
Or bake it in a cake
Don't think of taking it in vein
Or taking it in vain
Afterwards you'll never be the same
You'll never be restrained
You'll never save
Any given morning you might wake up on the 7 train
Bypass the apprenticeships and master 7 trades
And swear off medicine to meditate
And stare at people menacing should they have sentiments for setting straight
But spill it and your shirt's forever stained
Your shirt's forever changed
Your shirt will turn a different shade and fit a different way
You'll look at that shirt differently
You'll start to wear it every day
Maybe even in the shower
That's the power of devouring
The flour and the sugar that is sweeter than the virginal deflowering
Filling like top billing
Hearty like a house party
You may have to cop the party pack
Like on Halloween you copped the smarties packs
Smarty pants
Give it to the kids, they'll grow big and strong
Tell em they could have it for dessert if they finish they chicken parm
That's why your oven timer sound like ticking bomb
And the roaches in your kitchen gone
And your vision's strong
And your hearing's clear
And your sense of smell can smell every cell
That's the element of Melle Mel
That make your belly yell
That's that Manu Chao
That make your heart sing when your stomach growl
Smack it up, flip it, rub it down
Marinate it over night it gets you right
Bet your life