Verse 1:
Soup’s the name, and rhyme brewin’s the game
And it seems that there’s other rappers claimin’ the same
But when it comes to hiphop, I fill your pot to the top
And be careful with your ear because my shit be so hot
I say: you’re spillin’ a drop, that means you’re missin’ the point
And if it’s hitting the spot, then grab a bowl and join
No need to form a line, there’s plenty for your to listen
Fulfilling all essential nine for your daily nutrition
Just enjoy the aroma and savor the flavor
It’s good for pneumonia, influenza, or fever
You can use your spoon, or even gulp it down
But be sure to save room for this tasty sound
Refrain 1:
My name has a story, but it’s lame and boring
And it means I like soup, so save your snoring
They call me soup, ‘cause I like soup
I bring it to a boil, then I serve ya’ a scoop
And I provide much flavor and spice
With a variety of styles, it goes something like:
Lentils, beans, and barley
Peppers, peas, and parsley
Basil, bay leaves, and garlic
Celery, spinach, oregano
Broccoli, cabbage, garbanzo
Rosemary, squash, cilantro
Verse 2:
Some of this and that, I throw into the vat
Delicious ingredients stirred into a rap
I’m willing and able, so go and set your table
Culinary masterpieces, the microphone is my ladle
I got the best recipes, almost as good as your gram’s
For chowder add cheeses, plus plenty of clams
Others use potato, trying to fake the real
I use a base of tomato for a four course meal
Claim my style is corny, although I know you love
The only corn I’m pourin’ is in my cream of
And I throw in a special something to give it a special kick
Yours is water down and frontin’, mine is chunky and thick
Refrain 2:
My flow is so fat my saturation hardens arteries
I’m patiently wastin’ emcees with ease of heart disease
Count your calories and add a bowl to your plate
Leaving you craving these without monosodium glutemate
Verse 3:
If soup isn’t for you, and you want something to chew
Go find another kitchen, ‘cause I don’t brew beef stew
And if you lovin’ the taste, wipe off your chin and face
Just don’t bite soup, ‘cause it don’t work that way
Always made from scratch, I keep the party bubblin’
Quick to whip a new batch, any beat I’m smotherin’
Wth parmesean, ‘cause I’m a minestrone rapper
Need something else to put on? Well, I’m also a cracker
And you ain’t leavin’ youir seat until there’s nothing left
For me, M. C., stands for master chef
