raw stories - master chef toast lyrics
foreplay
2pac skakur
caress
a military mind n-gga
a military mind mean money
a criminal grind n-gga
a criminal grind mean hustle
you know
we trading raw stories
we outlaws on the rise
jealous n-ggas i despise
look in my eyes
round 1
i shot myself in the foot
lost my step as the proof
caught a sigh that death threw
taught myself and kept room
for my best, off the roof
swung my hands, as her moods
turned off day news
turned off, they knew
it’s a wrong bad move
that lead into a fight that’s tragic
flight or panic
am i the captain or sinking with the t-tanic?
spending high credit while spinning off hijackings?
soul rides by a vehicle
low drive by a signal
saw christ by a miracle
aren’t just flaws, unjust laws? it’s just floors
a thugs’ cause…
it’s like being driven towards a destiny that’s to wards
it takes ours to come for
it takes hours to comfort
the last song, it’s rush hour
a drum roll by the towers
a shower of gunshots at sour
prof sure could tell by the thug walk
did you know? here’s something to crunch on
different typo chappies that burst the bubble guns off
my heart stopped…
for a second this story is fantastic
sold it on credit now payback is bodies in plastics
truth all so solid, it’s ceramic
sad when it’s taken you can’t replace it
from the driver’s seat he ate them
served with no number plate kid
repet-tively as an ad placement
should the tables turn i wonder if you can taste that
now bank on tellers to have statements
lesson and delay any chance of escape
ensure no way out, if any let it be heavens gates
came out pulling good
foolish you would if he could
b00bs exudes the womb is full
moody looks
sweet a bit my sugar boo
bitter sweet than fruity loops
truthful spoons of your own brutal fruit
vegetable, the root of fools
foot for pulls, useful tool for shooting hoops
pudding proof for -ssuming you immune to bullet wounds
weapon of faith, is it the bible or a rifle?
we all have our days, is it arrival or it’s final?
you earned your name, is it a t-tle or ent-tled?
you ended the game, was it trivial or viable?
peace to the earth, seas and the glorious son
the godly one
make my return like the prodigal
original
here’s my style, copy some
i’m ahead the intro’s done
now, should my body drop
i only trust my story’s loved
i spilled the warmly touch from my coffee mug
let’s stop being corny brav
got non’ for you if you’ve none for me
should it begin or be done at forty
i must surely still be as much godly
such glory, a touchy topic
here’s my -n-logy, we digitally talking
or is it a monologue of -n-log?
red handed, they caught them all
more cores collapsed
mobs coursed to sob
called cops to mosques
cold corps in morgues
this life is raw for sure
dare f-ck the hoe with no condom on
real horror, dark forces got none to do with sucker
it’s only burglary, no game when we sea robbers
are you the captain of the ship like iron duke
or you wanna be nasty c and spit viral tunes
born star naked wildest truth
my clock keeps spinning like tires do
my timer view
i mean i is you
so whachu be is for wee ours like prior noon
the second shine -ssumes
wishing there were less riots in hoods
if i had a child or two
i’d play them my music and buy ’em books
i’m a rare pure breed of raw pedigree
i guess i’m just more conservative
live and learn across the observatory
for reading isn’t the only form of study
so listen closely more and practice
i catch a breath right after he caught a body
not to cause you worry
but the top is comfy and the bottom ugly
would you rather lent time or borrowed money?
would you rather be running, outgoing or up coming?
after rain, was sure sunny
shone as art in galleries and made autumn lovely
there’s satan in foes, tell them i said the info
when i leave the earth ground as circuiting flows
enlighten circles as globes when the curtains is closed
it’s certainly close
never saw wolves in circuses clothes
are chances he glows wide or circling close?
if you ain’t won yet, then keep losing
if you ain’t jordan yet, then keep hooping
if you ain’t break a leg yet then keep pulling
if he ain’t dead yet then keep shooting
if you ain’t ahead yet, they keep looking
.
handed riches is the hand that reaches
still left speechless
kept itching
for the next cheque reason being
cash is finished
should i have children
i intend teach them
attempts at fishing
no worth in thieving
the path is thrilling
earth is grilling
take a breath or breath in
forgot the rest living
for god to rest, leaving
chest inking penned with meaning from his neck bleeding deeper than such bad riddance
whole lot cursed, demeaning
oh lord cast these demons
i descendant as a shaman from a lead shepard
though the best lessons of life comes as bad lectures
just find your length as person and exert pressure
with that purpose expended, that’s its exact measure
you either dealing with snakes or broken corporate step ladders
highlight reel of former football stars left on stretchers
self fetcher still is the best ever thirst quencher
time flew overseas to never return
put out the fire, but whenever it burns
the clever on land said be glad to learn for the clearer the lens
as i’m getting older, it’s lifelong
the world is getting colder, in ice storm
on god i ain’t dying poorer like my mom
ain’t no shoulder to cry on
and guess what? ain’t no chauffeur to drive off
so if you ain’t got a whip instead of asking for lifts
take the stairs above or running it is
if i ain’t getting far, it’s further afield
if i ain’t a star, i’m probably a king
my dog isn’t bugging he’s free sparking the trees
broke my leg moving, told him i pulled it
am i bold or stupid?
is it rope or bullet?
cope or cupid?
toast a rubik’s?
hope illusions?
you either at home or bushes
poor or too rich
foe or foolish
snow or kushing
just don’t bring to my nose that bullsh-t
only respect to those who chose to push it
is silence gold or music
is it grow me or grooming
towel thrown or through me
the k!ller mission is to be the key y’all missing
trigger happy fingers misses n-ggas’ misses
her mister missed her.. she missed her mister
reminiscent of final good bye as those delivered finished
rid, reader, riddance
vanity to bitterly wishing
my bigger deal or vision
is to firmly guide the alike outta pit of grieving
family guy, that’s like alter peter griffin
we dinner dishing cos i was at the river fishing
no kitten pitching nor kitchen b-tching
no cling to feeling, some have to clean the dishes
the richer reaching for the greener grinning
let love, live, eat
leave it if it’s livid
cli-max
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