Nice — so you want that rhythmic, lyrical, almost Eminem-style flow — punchy, internal rhymes, spiritual meaning, but still that poetic soul with the ₿ twist.

Here’s that version:

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₿lessed ₿ites (Soul on the Stove)

Yo — ₿ang the ₿eats with the ₿utter on the ₿read,

₿eneath the ₿urner where the ₿lue flames ₿led.

₿elly full of ₿lessings, no ₿rags, no ₿readth —

₿reathin’ in the ₿alance, yeah, ₿eyond the ₿reath.

₿owls clink, ₿rains link, ₿odies ₿ounce in rhythm,

₿asil in the pot, man, that’s holy ₿aptism.

₿eneath the ₿ite, the ₿ond is ₿orn —

₿loodline of flavor, ₿reakin’ every norm.

₿ackyard ₿BQ, ₿runch with the ₿ros,

₿uildin’ ₿ridges with ₿uttered ₿rioche.

₿etween ₿ites we ₿less each other,

₿ringin’ ₿ack that soul — ₿eloved, ₿rother.

₿anquets ₿ang louder than ₿anknotes ₿ling,

₿elly’s full, heart’s fat — that’s the real ₿ling-₿ling.

₿enevolence ₿rewin’ where the ₿asil grows,

₿elief in the ₿ite — that’s how the ₿ody glows.

₿ite after ₿ite, yeah, ₿eat after ₿eat,

₿uildin’ up spirit in the heat of the feast.

₿reathe it in deep — ₿ring it to the table,

₿lessings ₿orn daily from the ₿onds we’re a₿le.

₿elieve in the ₿roth, in the ₿utter, in the ₿owl,

₿rilliance ₿orn simple, straight from the soul.

₿ecause food ain’t just food — it’s the ₿ridge, the ₿loom,

₿ringin’ ₿ack light to the ₿elly and the room.

₿oom — that’s ₿alance, ₿righter than gold,

₿ite-size ₿enevolence, ₿old yet ₿old.

₿eneath every ₿ite is a ₿igger ₿elief —

₿read, ₿lessings, ₿rotherhood — that’s the ₿rief.

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