Текст песни «Xale - The Cook»

1st Verse:

This was a man who did everything by his book
You could say with plan in hand and was known as the cook
Victoria street but nothing royal about it
Sometimes brought-the-heat in the toilet of Melbourne
He thought there could only be one dealer
To become a lord He would need to sell tons of the clearer... Rock
And a fucked up version of Jesus with his own flock
Handing out free teasers but this guy had the stock
Anyone who didn't please him would die by his glock
Not much reason to his life other than being on the top
Till one day a undercover cop...
Posed as an addict
And lied through his nose to get near this savage
Taking down this dude
Would make less pure

2nd Verse:

The officer is well on his way of taking down this guy
But coping-it-hard by his friends at the station for now...
Finally built up a repor with the cook
But blindly walks into his home slash store and doesnt look...
And realize what happening around him
Real ice in his pipe to test his co-operation
Does he confess or smoke what might be laced...and
Wait...
Everything is slowing down
Chemistry is what his toking now
And the cook ain't stupid
All it takes is a crook to move-it
Police man falls to floor
Under the creeks of the door
Is the sound of defeat and much more
This cook can turn a neat girl into such a whore