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letra de lak$a - omar musa

[hook: omar musa]
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
season it and stir the pot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
serve it on a tabletop

[verse 1: omar musa]
man, i’m rounding up the people like a herding dog
they’re looking thirsty as, sipping from a murky pond
i’m taking time with this, prepping up the perfect broth
you think wanna dine with us? then bro, you gotta earn your spot
i stir the pot, yeah, i stir the pot
sprinkle in some chilli padi, then i serve it hot
i see the city’s getting flooded with some dirty guap
dirty cops, lovers, haters, hippies in their birkenstocks
i’m chilling on the sofa watching 30 rock
curvy boss lady with some curly locks, word is bond:
007 dressed to death in persian cloth
scheming on a beat you know i kill it like a murder plot
i serve it off, c-ckier than kyrgios
centre court, game winning ace with a perfect shot (what?!)
careful not to burn the stock
coconut cream and coriander so rich you gotta work it off
[hook: omar musa]
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
season it and stir the pot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
serve it on a tabletop

[breakdown: omar musa]
good f-cken lord, pon cho. i don’t think they were ready for me to get at ‘em like this, brother. i been on the simmer for way too long. i need to heat it up right now. i need to bring it to the boil. let’s go!

[verse 2: omar musa]
i been waiting forever in line like a dude a dole queue
cooking that spiritual soul food, chicken and noodles and tofu
give you the power to stand up and fight on your own two (on your own two)
fighting the powers that be who devour your mind when they try to control you (no!)
well i’m speeding past, so unseen with my ether bars
so al green when i’m free at last, sow my seeds in the ears and hearts (what?!)
to the dear departed — honour your name when i leave my mark
when the beacon spark and the streets are dark, let me know now where my people are! (what?)
watch out, this might burn your tongue
watch out, this might burn your temperature up when your mind is uncensored, i’m heating the soup on the stove and i stir in the sun
watch out, i might be the one
watch out, you might get addicted you’re telling your people you’re losing the plot and the track of the who and the what you become
i summon the past, making you bounce till you’re coming apart
mixing my pot with the sun ‘n’ the stars, heaven and h-ll in my culinary art
the summer is ours, f-ck all the cynics and w-nkers
nevertheless we are serving you up with a banquet and i got you saying

[hook: omar musa]
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
season it and stir the pot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
serve it on a tabletop
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
season it and stir the pot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
woo! this sh-t is hot
serve it on a tabletop

- omar musa

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