Master Chef Toast, 2Pac - Raw Stories lyrics

FOREPLAY 2pac Skakur

CARESS a military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle

You know

We trading raw stories

We outlaws on the rise
Jealous niggas 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 titanic?
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
Repetitively 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
Boobs 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 assuming 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 title or entitled?
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 analogy, we digitally talking

Or is it a monologue of analog?
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 fuck 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 assumes

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 it's 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 bullshit
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 killer mission is to be
The key y'all missing

Trigger happy fingers misses niggas' 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 bitching

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

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