[Intro] They want da recipe! They want da recipe! Everybody gathered round like, “Bro... what’s the secret?” [Verse 1] I got a little bit of bass in the bowl, A pinch of moon dust for the soul, Two tablespoons of rhythm, let it simmer real slow, One weird-ass frequency that nobody knows. They said, “Write it down!” I said, “Wait, let it breathe!” Got a spoon in the speaker and a fork in the beat, Whole kitchen shaking when the sub goes deep, Grandma yelling, “Boy, get that bass off my street!” [Chorus] They want da recipe! They want da recipe! How you make it hit like that? Bro, it's not a recipe! They want da recipe! Everybody wants the key! I said, “Mix it all together And let the universe cook for three!” [Verse 2] Little reggae on the left, little glitch on the right, Throw some psychedelic gravy in the pot tonight, Tipper-shaped pepper, Mindex on the spice, Stir that shit clockwise till the waveform bites. No measurements, no labels, no instructions on the wall, Just a bassline so heavy that the cabinets fall, Chef came running with a clipboard in his hand, I said, “You can't understand it till you understand the jam.” [Bridge] What’s in it? Bass. What else? Bass. How much? Yes. What temperature? COSMIC. [Chorus] They want da recipe! They want da recipe! Everybody wants the secret sauce, But the secret is there ain't one recipe! They want da recipe! They want da recipe! Throw a little weird in the pot, Turn it up and let it cook eternally! [Outro] Chef: “You gotta give me the measurements!” Me: “There are no measurements.” Chef: “The ingredients?” Me: “Also no.” Chef: “Then WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” Me: “DA RECIPE.”
