(Beat kicks in — sizzling like naan on the grill)
Yo, I’m the curry king, call me Chef Supreme,
Cookin’ heat so high, it’s a sauna dream.
Chicken tandoori, I’m the spice authority,
Flavors got more kick than a law majority.
Marinate the beat in that yogurt glaze,
Cumin, paprika, set the place ablaze.
Got naan in my hand, no time for cutlery,
Dip game smooth like mint chutney luxury.
Rappers talk beef, I talk lamb and glory,
My verses stay hot — that’s tandoori story.
Got rice on the side, and a mango lassi,
Ladies in the booth say, “Chef, you classy!”
From Delhi to Detroit, they adore me,
Serving up rhymes fresh out the tandoori.
You want mild? Nah, that’s too boring,
My bars hit hard — five stars, no snoring.