Rhythm Kitchen

Rare Americans

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    I walk into the party, a mansion in the sky
    Hints of burning weed, shimmer in the people's eyes
    Looked over to the kitchen, preparation of a feast
    Pretty lady with the meat cleaver had a chicken by the feet

    The DJ was spinning old school beats
    Puff, the Magic Dragon from '63
    She stood outside on the balcony
    Like a lily in the Sun
    Offered me a sip of her tea
    She said: If you wanna have some fun

    Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen, life is delicious
    We got everything you want, it's the house of good living
    Some come here to remember, some come here to forget
    Please make yourself at home, this is the best that it gets
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen, woo)

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    Heaven said cook em' a dish with a pinch
    Of that groovy mixed with some originality
    It had to be stuff in the cupboard
    That touch of some loving, plus about a dozen kick drums
    It's, um, something like lunchtime
    I'm, um, stomping like drum line
    Rhymes fall down from sky, young minds
    Find it fun fucking frying french fries
    If it means I can buy a clean mic
    Make me sound butter better bubble Sprite
    Better blow, better grow, huddled tight
    Set the plan, run the play if I recite
    And verses been cooked on a stove with open flame
    Chef Boyardee, Smoke the name
    All my ingredients organic, locally grown
    That's closer to home
    Propane, grill order, charcoal pit
    Stay out my kitchen, that's hardcore shit

    Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen, life is delicious
    We got everything you want, it's the house of good living
    Some come here to remember, some come here to forget
    Please make yourself at home, this is the best that it gets
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen, woo)

    Mouth watering
    Living like a king
    Last I remember, she was holding me
    I drank that tea

    My body started grooving, my feet felt every beat
    I could smell the pie and pudding and the sizzling duck confit
    She grabbed my hands and twirled me round, was floating on the sea
    Looked me dead-pan in the eyes, said: Gotta let go if you wanna be free

    Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen, life is delicious
    We got everything you want, it's the house of good living
    Some things I can't remember, but I sure won't forget
    I made myself at home, it was the best that it gets
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
    At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen, woo)

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