Rhythm Kitchen - Rare Americans, D Smoke

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 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)

a dish with a pinch

Of that groovy mixed with some originality

It had to be stuff in the cover

That touch of some loving, plus about a dozen kick drums

It’s, um, something like lunchtime

I’m, um, stomping like drumline

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 bubbles

Better blow, better grow, huddled tight

Set the player on the play

And verses been cooked on a stove with open flame

Chef D Smoke the name

All my ingredients organic, locally grown

That’s closer to home

Propane grill or the charcoal pit

Still, my kitchen is 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)

Now the

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

She grabbed my hands and twirled me round, was floating on the sea

Looked me dead-pan in the eyes, «You 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)