Dj Format Ill Culinary Behaviour Lyrics

Ill Culinary Behaviour Lyrics

f/ Abdominal







[ VERSE 1: Abdominal ]



Well hello and welcome



If you could wipe your feet on the doormat



Please, come in - oh Format...



We got company, where's my manners, let me take your coats



I hope you're hungry for some flavorful quotes



Which I whipped up myself, I'm really hopin that you like it



I call it the Abdominal Special, I eat a hype dish



Format? I think he's still in the kitchen



Slavin over platters, you know, cooking rhythms



Come again? Oh, he said that the beats are finished



I guess all that's left to do is just remix it



You say you wanna help, okay, how about you set the table



And what's this, a beautiful patch cable, for me?



Really, you shouldn't have



Please excuse me, I'ma just go and grab



A spare apron to keep your gear fresh



Format, where's the food, it's rude, we have guests







[ CHORUS: Abdominal ]



Dinner's served, so yo, come and get it



Abdominal and Format cookin up the splendid



Concoctions, explosions of flavor



Check the ill culinary behaviour



You need seconds? Yo, come and get it



Abdominal and Format whippin up the splendid



Delicacies, explosions of flavor



Check the ill culinary behaviour







[ VERSE 2:Abdominal ]



Okay, you're right here, and if you could sit there



Format needs the chair closest to the kitchen



In case he needs to fix the snare



Which I'm sure will be crispy enough



Ah-ah-ah, we're all hungry, but before we tuck



In and stuff our faces, we really must say graces



My turn, so here goes, Lord, thank you for bangin beats we lace



And of course the microphones that we rap into



Amen, that's through, so let's eat, pass the loops, bro



Soup? No, I said loops, so



Delicious with the fishes, nutritious



Servin roasted rapper, that's the first dish on my wish list



Just gobble it up, then proceed to lick the plate clean



Taste the cuisine whipped up by the great team



Of culinary experts, Ab and a digit



Between 3 and 5 followed by a non-shiny finish



For-mat for the punchline-inept



Keep eating cause there's tons of food left



Really, you just have to taste some home-cooked







[ CHORUS ]







( *DJ Format cuts up* )



(Actin ill) 



(Actin ill)



(Actin ill) 



(The behaviour)



(Actin ill) 



(Actin ill)



(Actin ill)



(Watch your behaviour)







[ VERSE 3: Abdominal ]



I got the feeling that everybody is ready for dessert to be served



But before I bring it out I got somethin to say first



Abdominal Junior, you will get nothing, young man



Until you finish those breaks on your plate



Cause all across the land there be starvin MC's



Who'd be happy to rock to beats like these



You should be a little bit more considerate



And think of this before pushing your dish away without finishing it



And while I'm at it, get your elbows off the damn console



Really, where's your manners?



I'm ashamed to have to scold you right in front of our guests



But you leave me no choice



I'm truly sorry that I had to raise my voice



But my son's behaviour simply inexcusable



And if I don't see some improvement soon, my fuse'll blow



Is that clear, mister? Good, I'm glad we understand one another



Now go help your brother Little Format



Clear the table, put the leftovers in some Tupperware



So tomorrow we'll have supper prepared



Oh what's that, you say you must be leaving?



Such a pity, what a lovely evening



Well, thanks for coming, we must do it again sometime



I hope you ate enough - of our beats and rhymes







[ CHORUS ]







(Ill) (behaviour)







(This mornin for breakfast I had bacon, egg and chips



three cups of tea, a man to smack me lips



I said to John me husband, "Ain't I gettin fat?"



He said, "Not really, love, I like ya like like that"



But he's kiddin, you know?



Why do I got to be fat?



Why have I got to be fat?



And then for lunch I had...)