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master chef toast - get the as$-15k-rap (as$-krap / get the skrap) lyrics

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let’s call it an actual spade.

so what? i mentioned your name

if you p-ss me off i might say it again with more intention and aim.

y’all see adversity it’s only progression i face.

i’ve always sensed this general hate..

get off facebook and for once read a factual page.

master chef toast tv is the channel i play.

i’m self published and that’s how my fabric was made

y’all made trolling albinism a fashionable phrase.

on behalf of mines y’all fuelled the aggression in flames.

how can i take rap advise from a photographer?

how can i learn leadedship from a flock of followers?

how can ask for credit from a bunch of borrowers.

how can a king ever be ruled by lawless commoners

i’m god to all ya…

immortal one amongst men you aught to honor mas.

i could see it from my sister how torturous that honors was.

we still optimistic she’ll get employed one day.

and y’all annoyed unashamed..

that i make money off my battle but boy wonder ain’t.

why when a leader rise it’s always his own that destroy a brother to fail?

y’all seriously p-ssed i’m monetizing the game?

this is beyond a point i can’t take.

blood thirsty charlatans y’all enjoying the love and the hate..

but y’all don’t wanna pay a coin for watching the game.

i was chosen for this

don’t push me when i’m close to the cliff

i’m the real master chef yoll illusive.

now all of sudden y’all like it when we all cooking.

y’all copy right to determine that it don’t take a law student.

my problem is actually not so much more of the nuisance

my concern is smart people are focused on the wrong viewing.

if only these morons knew it

my mother is poor on her two knees

can’t even afford school fees.

and y’all don’t want me to sell my art, go on and sue me.

i’d rather die standing strong, go on and shoot me.

if y’all gon throw stones at me, better be in the form of rubies.

man if you feel hard done then go talk to judy

i don’t know go report it to the court jury.

get the skrap or get the -sskrap, it’s thought confusing.

ain’t no beef that this song is ensuing

don’t even call it a diss track that would be wrong truly..

this is chef gone unruly

this is god’s gift i was born to do this.

get wack n-gg-s in check, this is a call of duty.

i’m my own man, lone stand amongst a group of groupies

so y’all allow people to insult me and i can’t insult back?

y’all block me without responding, i get it, such is cr-p.

y’all too sensitive cheerleaders holding pompoms

so if this sh-t ain’t judged who cares if don won?

i’ll take the money you can argue about that so long

i’m on some, woke up on the wrong arm.

unless i was robbed son i ain’t lost none.

excuse me on my way to the glory as i grind.

take that as my sincerest apology blight.

i’ve learned to live with this biase, story of my life.

and the ever only time i’ll refer to that shot midget.

it’s at bullet point now they can check if you all seen it.

they can’t handle the man so they wanna get the man handled?

so what if so as so got the best pen paddle?

it ain’t like they actually have a rap medal

who cares who’s the last champ at scrambles?

it ain’t like y’all made any real cash to battle.

i put my own bets, they robbed me i just had to dabble.

but left it all behind, followed were my path led to.

i’m the answer to what you call the next level

too much gas, but where y’all driving towards?

dislike budden for these average joe’s, y’all liking too much.

y’all ain’t well read, this is knowledge you can’t find with books marks.

come meet my illiterate cousins since y’all gang ridding to punch.

hating on me cos i’m grinding too much.

y’all call yourself the bravest as troops

but when it’s time for war y’ll can’t even lace you boots.

i now understand that indeed there’s safety in groups.

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