4 - The LAB (Featuring Cheese)

CM Verse:

The work that I be cooking ain’t design to be harmful

Lab coat not necessary when dealing with these particles

A little ink and some wood or a digital tool

Creates something powerful in about an hour or two

I call it real raw raps homie, this ain’t scraps homie

Full course meal that will fill you with the  real

Depending how feel, it might just be what you need

Not a scholar, no degrees, never keep a strap on me

I’m not the prototypical NY born individual

Who’s grow up in the projects, don’t even fit the visual

But the era that I’m from, I had to keep it lyrical

Went from recording on a tape deck to vocals being digital

Yo, I’ve done it for years

Haven’t made a living off it but I’ve met a few peers

That made it all worth it, plus I found my voice

When it comes to writing rhymes, I really have no choice

Meet me at the L-A-B

About to get it in, you know me

Do it for the people, CM, Cheese

About to give the party people exactly what they need

Cheese Verse:

The funk formula plus aboard a Line designed chariot

CM n the cheese dually action like a Lariat

To carry it in ya ear shot, hot off the bar-b

Whether solo in the phones or loud speaker at the party

The Doc n’ Marty cause yo we bringin back

It’s that vibe that come alive like on a Barnaby track

And where it starts on the daily from the beats to flows

In the lab gettin loose from the gear to the booth

No matter the space, it’s just the zone to create

And even if I see the age of like seventy eight

I’m a still be noddin’ and if able toe tappin’

On some real deal senile style mumble rappin’

All playin aside, cause the music provide

No matter where I roam, in the lab I reside

Yo coincide these cheese ponders to the kick n the snare

Amongst crates of the plates man nuttin doesnt compare

Meet me at the L-A-B

About to get it in, you know me

Do it for the people, CM, Cheese

About to give the party people exactly what they need