Smoke and Soul
Lyrics
[Intro - low 808 rumble, crisp trap hats, breathy female ad-libs layered over sultry harmonies]
Yeah, you thought you owned the block with that smoke
But this queen came to cook and she don’t play broke
Ribs on the sidewalk? Cute, but move the fuck back
This kitchen’s mine, pitmaster, watch how a real chef attack
[Verse 1 - punchy female rap flow over driving bass, edgy guitar stabs, confident swagger]
I clawed out them white walls, investors in my face
Now some BBQ god thinks he’s running my space
Damien with the tongs, smirking like he king
But these hands been blessed, boy, I season everything
You smoking meat since diapers? That’s cute, I been fire
While you chasing clout, I been raising the entire
Third Ward on my plate, taste the difference, feel the heat
You bring ribs to my curb, I bring the whole damn street
[Pre-Chorus - rising tension, layered harmonies, sidechained bass swell]
Every stare’s a battle, every word’s a dare
You talk that shit but your eyes say you care
I don’t fold for smoke, I don’t bend for flame
But damn, when you look at me… it’s a dangerous game
[Chorus - explosive, anthemic, full band with heavy distortion, aggressive female vocals]
You can try to run this kitchen, daddy, but I’m the one in charge
Talk that dominant shit, I like watching you try so hard
Every touch is a challenge, every kiss tastes like war
You wanna be mine? Then get on your knees on this floor
Fuck your ego, fuck the game, let the stove get hotter
I’m the flame you can’t tame, I’m the queen, you the martyr
Pride and pleasure colliding, can you handle this heat?
Or you gonna burn trying to make a real bitch weak?
[Verse 2 - gritty female rap, trap hats doubled, rock guitar riffs underneath, sensual edge]
You been smoking longer, but I been winning longer
Your ribs might be fire but my hustle stronger
Viral cook-off, cameras catching every glance
You look at me like dinner, I look at you like a chance
Curves in the kitchen, mouth sharp as my knife
You argue just to hear me, boy that’s a dangerous life
I don’t take no shit, I don’t soften for a man
But the way you touch the pan… makes me wonder who’s in command
[Pre-Chorus - building tension, stacked harmonies, emotional vocal cracks]
You supposed to be the rival, supposed to keep it cold
But every time you smirk I feel my story getting told
I’m the one who runs this, I’m the one who sets the pace
Yet when your hand brushes mine… I forget the race
[Chorus - explosive, anthemic, full band with heavy distortion, aggressive female vocals]
You can try to run this kitchen, daddy, but I’m the one in charge
Talk that dominant shit, I like watching you try so hard
Every touch is a challenge, every kiss tastes like war
You wanna be mine? Then get on your knees on this floor
Fuck your ego, fuck the game, let the stove get hotter
I’m the flame you can’t tame, I’m the queen, you the martyr
Pride and pleasure colliding, can you handle this heat?
Or you gonna burn trying to make a real bitch weak?
[Bridge - stripped back, intimate, breathy female vocals over minimal bass and soft guitar]
Damien… you a softy under all that smoke
Acting hard but your hands shake when I get close
I see the way you look when you think I ain’t watching
Like you’d trade every rib just to taste what I’m offering
[Final Chorus / Climax - massive layered vocals, distorted guitars, pounding drums, aggressive yet emotional]
You can try to run this kitchen, daddy, but I’m the one in charge
Talk that dominant shit, I love it when you push so hard
Every fuck, every fight, every flavor on my tongue
I’m the heat you can’t beat, I’m the song you never sung
Pride and pleasure colliding, we both gonna get burned
But if I’m going down, daddy, you’re the lesson I’ve learned
I’m the queen of this flame, you can kneel or you can leave
Either way, this kitchen’s mine… and you still want me
[Outro - fading reverb-drenched vocals, ethereal pads, distant trap hats]
Yeah… you still want me…
Mmm, you still want me…