In Hell's Kitchen
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Elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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I've been to the land of milk and honey
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And those ingredients, they don't exist
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The origin, the precise meaning of my prayer
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Is to adapt and carry your own crucifix
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I've spend time slaving over the cooker
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Being observed by the onlooker
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Kill the lamb inside that exists
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And taken the kiss away from my lips
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Ruthless approach to holding power
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It might, but it cannot last forever
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Within my kitchen elements of desire
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Simmer, cooked, fuel my fire
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The strength understood
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Boiled down to a broth, but never consumed
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The science of my food, my lyrical styles
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Satisfy your mood
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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Reload the elements, bring forth the ingredients
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Elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Impose thrills, represent skills
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Denotes, and show you I'm a true chef
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Enter my kitchen, we will devour
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And consume until there is nothing left
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Assume my enemies have their faculties
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And know what's fact and fiction
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My existence persistent, real evidence imminent
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Like a true Egyptian
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Come read my menu
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I'll follow through and satisfy
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With a five course lyrical
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Chew and swallow, wash down with Port
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Dessert laced with Maxim sauce
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Ain't no question, malnutrition, indisgestion is always overlooked
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The elements I cook can't be found in the 90's cookbook
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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Reload the elements, bring forth the ingredients
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As the fire continues to burn
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So does the food upon my dish
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Lost souls swirl around the ceiling
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The stench is high like fish
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I bring forth all the ingredients, the elements
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Bake a cake and feed the multitude
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I play the prostitute in the house of ill repute
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Elements in Hell's Kitchen, elements
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Elements in Hell's Kitchen, elements
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The utensils I use in my kitchen
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Belong to me and nobody else
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I feed you complex styles of my spoon
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Cos a normal spoon, that would melt
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Glamorise with my dressing
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Nouns, pronouns, verbs are my herbs
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Succulent and edible, digestible
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Each and every single verse
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Come sip my melodic substance
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Wet your plate, drink every drop from the glass
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Everything is pulverised, double-fried
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And contains everything that's phat
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This ain't no fast lyric joint
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Unlike fast food everything has a point
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Nutritional characteristics, your brain I anoint
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's Kitchen
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Elements
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Reload the elements, bring forth the ingredients
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Bring forth the ingredients
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Bring forth the ingredients
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Elements
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Elements
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Bring forth the ingredients
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Elements
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Hell's Kitchen (Vocal Version)
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