Lyric

I got a pot and a pan but no record deal

Mixing melodies just like I season a meal

The heat is rising as the track starts to fry

In my tiny kitchen I'm touching the sky

Turn the heat up let the speakers sizzle

Every beat's a spice every bassline a drizzle

Cooking up magic in this little domain

The kitchen’s my stage where I bring the refrain

Chopping up samples like garlic on a board

Layering the flavors let the music be poured

No studio lights just the microwave glow

But my tiny kitchen’s got a world-class flow

Turn the heat up let the speakers sizzle

Every beat's a spice every bassline a drizzle

Cooking up magic in this little domain

The kitchen’s my stage where I bring the refrain

The recipe’s simple but it comes from the soul

A pinch of rhythm and a dollop of control

A dash of passion and the beat takes its shape

It's a meal for the ears made with love on a plate

Turn the heat up let the speakers sizzle

Every beat's a spice every bassline a drizzle

Cooking up magic in this little domain

The kitchen’s my stage where I bring the refrain