Whole Bean Ritual

Yeah...

Morning time inna the temple of the bean.

Rise and shine.

Unlocking the seal.

(oh yeah)

Fresh bag of beans,

pull the tab,

release the seal

Inspect the dark roast,

you know the scent is real

Shake a few inna the palm,

let the ritual start

Weigh the dose on the scale,

make it a work of art

(whole bean!) Yeah, eighteen grams exactly on the plate

Never approximate, we don't negotiate

Grind it fresh, let it bloom,

pour it slow (pour it slow!) Morning cup,

strong brew, let the water flow

Watch the drip,

feel the heat, never rush the time

Every single bean is a vision sublime (strong brew!)

Adjust the burr grinder,

hear the metal teeth bite

One click to the left,

make the extraction right

Never pre-ground, that is a physical sin

Inna the chamber, let the spinning begin (fresh grind!)

Ninety-four degrees, watch the kettle steam high

If the temp is too low,

the flavor will die

Wait. (shhh)

Check the dose...

it's seventeen point nine.

One more bean.

Perfect.

Pour the water...

watch the bloom expand.

Thirty seconds of silence inna the land.

Yes!

Now the cup is complete!

Black gold inna the vessel,

the morning defeat is gone!

(strong brew!) (hahaha) Ahhhhh...