Master Chef Toast

© 2015 Master Chef Toast Publishers.... ....in BROTHERHOOD with © 2015 Dead Man’s Production PRESENT: © 2015 Home Made III: the cEYEcle of life! FEEL FREE TO BUY AND SUPPORT FOR ($10) https://mastercheftoast.bandcamp.com/album/2015-home-made-iii-the-ceyecle-of-life © 2015 Master Chef Toast! Your will has been done on the mother as it is in the other.

© 2015 Master Chef Toast Publishers.... ....in BROTHERHOOD with © 2015 Dead Man’s Production PRESENT: © 2015 Home Made III: the cEYEcle of life! FEEL FREE TO BUY AND SUPPORT FOR ($10) https://mastercheftoast.bandcamp.com/album/2015-home-made-iii-the-ceyecle-of-life © 2015 Master Chef Toast! Your will has been done on the mother as it is in the other.

© 2015 Master Chef Toast Publishers.... ....in BROTHERHOOD with © 2015 Dead Man’s Production PRESENT: © 2015 Home Made III: the cEYEcle of life! FEEL FREE TO BUY AND SUPPORT FOR ($10) https://mastercheftoast.bandcamp.com/album/2015-home-made-iii-the-ceyecle-of-life © 2015 Master Chef Toast! Your will has been done on the mother as it is in the other.

© 2015 Master Chef Toast Publishers.... ....in BROTHERHOOD with © 2015 Dead Man’s Production PRESENT: © 2015 Home Made III: the cEYEcle of life! FEEL FREE TO BUY AND SUPPORT FOR ($10) https://mastercheftoast.bandcamp.com/album/2015-home-made-iii-the-ceyecle-of-life © 2015 Master Chef Toast! Your will has been done on the mother as it is in the other.

© 2015 Master Chef Toast Publishers.... ....in BROTHERHOOD with © 2015 Dead Man’s Production PRESENT: © 2015 Home Made III: the cEYEcle of life! FEEL FREE TO BUY AND SUPPORT FOR ($10) https://mastercheftoast.bandcamp.com/album/2015-home-made-iii-the-ceyecle-of-life © 2015 Master Chef Toast! Your will has been done on the mother as it is in the other.

© 2015 Master Chef Toast Publishers.... ....in BROTHERHOOD with © 2015 Dead Man’s Production PRESENT: © 2015 Home Made III: the cEYEcle of life! FEEL FREE TO BUY AND SUPPORT FOR ($10) https://mastercheftoast.bandcamp.com/album/2015-home-made-iii-the-ceyecle-of-life © 2015 Master Chef Toast! Your will has been done on the mother as it is in the other.

© 2015 Master Chef Toast Publishers.... ....in BROTHERHOOD with © 2015 Dead Man’s Production PRESENT: © 2015 Home Made III: the cEYEcle of life! FEEL FREE TO BUY AND SUPPORT FOR ($10) https://mastercheftoast.bandcamp.com/album/2015-home-made-iii-the-ceyecle-of-life © 2015 Master Chef Toast! Your will has been done on the mother as it is in the other.

gREAD 7.1 Cross roads, lost souls. More sinners than the pure hearted. We knew it started with a few trusted.7.2 I also carry my own, not of the lightest a cross.7.3 It is the greatest ever, that made in heaven energy which you could feel like the forms that's white when a job is applied for right? But stop it and decide if you should pause it or ride, you really can't and such is life. 7.4 Beautiful a blessing though. I never had it bold a judgment toward another. Who got the butter? Who is awkward a mother? Though I longed to touch ya I just moved on to father the greatest mentions. 7.5 For as a baby mason, I hold firmly, dated may 13th an opinion knowing that it may change with my facials aging, that all the aforementioned are just petty statements by the very nation that's rarely claiming the freedom negotiations. 7.6 But oh well it's a new millennium, so fairly all that took place in the odd past should be unspoken with less or more shame in the tongue. 7.7 Any what? My dearest of a neighbour... Would you please do me this, my sincerest a favour? Just be a lion amongst the deers made for love which changes as seasons take turns. The leaves made fell by the mother who's just easing her nature. 7.8 I love her dearly, just shape up and understand that you won't always agree on certain issues. Hey hunny, did you buy those curtains, is this new? The next thing you knew that real blue sky has changed to purple. 7.9 Doesn't it ache you, how God's temple is just a shelter for a few that think they're blessed through a mere presence viewed in a massively huge church room. 7.10 I left that truth to those who disregard that not all in the bible is factual. The new age apostle, heavily fuelled same as the fossils. I have no intention in true aims to force you to have lust for this nude page gospel, written in no ambiguous terms. Let's leave so the previous read holy scriptures intact. Watch the next episode of the series unheard. 7.11 Actual are the characters only if you relate to the holy, a tale. The godly relaid is just a story of relay, from generations passed on to the current nations all referenced from a book not the most perfect of all. 7.12 But it's apparent to more our parents ignored the facts that we were born with the minds of the dark-sheep. As life is, whose captain is just the inner God, and that's it. 7.13 I guess they thought if they could just hit, then it must be, what is to their front, leads to one which their son thinks. 7.14 But NO, it isn't so family. And I still pray for foes and enemies, to live in hope and happily for if I stoop as he does low, the energy is thus all certainly mutual. Then who's God? That question is crucial. WHO IS GOD? 7.15 Right is wrong, wrong is what the bible song tells you isn't and you must abide by the laws. Blessed are those with righteous thoughts. But cursed is my mind in the dark if that's what the night has taught. In as much as Christ was 'thorned', I also carry my own, not of the lightest a cross! © 2015 Home Made II #ZCC Prod By Komishner

pRIGHT 6.1 It isn't ever about the season elders chose, see if the the preaching pastor knows the reason heavens are so a mile, a million further more away from our habitat. 6.2 The habit that you inherited from your newly married dad is in very exact, reason your step mother had uttered that mad matter that left the other's breast shuttered. 6.3 His woman was dying in sorrow deep inside hoping tomorrow will bring better visuals. I look at our elders, it's usual we grow up around this. How we are must have been our surroundings or just me being a doubting Thomas as the biblical character. 6.4 Do you believe in miracles bar tender? Please speak to this pub manage to pour me a free glass of Heineken and I'll show you how I've once been a lyrical amateur. 6.5 That is unnecessary, look their chest was bloody like just a nurse and its buddy caressing an army, 6.6 Some idiot in the world must have thought, "Nah that's impossible"! Didn't they tell you nothing is under this with obstacles? 6.7 Created by some greatest high with the craziest mind. Sometimes I look at my facials like my nigger atheists might just may be right! 6.8 I mean I'm not indeed that convinced that the lord exists. Locked in deep, a shaft that's dimmed stuck and thinking about this and that, Piet and Jack. Like not to beg but learn how to fish instead. And remember not to kiss and tell. For a secret sells cheaply less, more faces than it ever bought. 6.9 I've never thought I'd be having broads all secured thinking Chef's matured, one whom I intend to draw. Well I just laugh it off like I don't at all share with more in exact that thought. 6.10 Hey picture this, just a simple sis, figure big, sweeter lips than the previously bitter licked. And there I thought I've lost interest in being intimate. 6.11 The distant which we took was longer than I could ever imagine. I think it was more of a devil in fashion. 6.12 My saddest of expressions are all poured on her core felt doorstep for I then had thought that she'd be there strong to tell wrong unexpected knocks to leave us in peace as two love birds. 6.13 True I'm dead for since I moved up I met a couple more that made me realize a cup not yours would be troubled drawn into one's life. 6.14 Hello my sunshine, stupid are minds that remember you sometime in summertime. 6.15 I sway with the winds of change, welcomed by a queen that's strange to rearrange the king estate. 6.16 I really wonder why she lives in hate? Breathe this, it takes a minute to practice how to. Just allow dude to sound cool where it isn't about you. 6.20 Well I've seen those, real close. It was deep a quote, that I'll dream notes which will lead folks to the heavens of the beautiful pinks skies, which seen by a chick fly whose thick thighs been vio... 6.21 He elated, oh she knows Violet? Well to him it's super man, violence. Don't try that and never ask why's that. The same minds that think triumph is only for the whitest. 6.22 Your reasoning is vague, it must be mythical a tale. Look at all these biblical chains with the Christians in faith looking like prisoners detained. 6.23 You remember Abel? But that's not of my concern now I have to pay Mel. She was a maid girl. But now she take turns with the MAinDAM just so his pride can fill them up to their lake tanks.

lASSt 5.1 Without the knowledge of self, you wont ever get to realize that there is more in hers, value within than the college worth. He answered his calling at last, stopped ignoring the hand, whose index pointed to the not at all so common a land. 5.2 He said you'll be chasing the wind, patiently until you facial is weak, and that century grin you shared with her in the decade you lived ever happily is all that you memorably could ever actually think. 5.3 I wish I could recapture the real laughter that seemed ever clean a grin lasting a min. What's new then? Is that all that should be held til he lose his breath. 5.4 Choose this path, and a few is lead with your motto followed with the speed of a motor bike. Oh such! What a hollow life? Being tomorrow might bring more hallow fights. It's real sorrow right? I wish I slowly chewed my swallowed pride? 5.5 He should have done as how it flies up above, about the skies as if it owns the heavens? I just look at those cursing me and flow my blessings. Picking my nose relaxing, in between hoping and guessing if I should just keep going or rehearsing. You'll know in a perfect moment, a lesson how golden it is when he learns it. I've been trying so relentless just to go unearthit. The same glowing metal those general workers hardly ever get to hold in passion. 5.6 That's how it goes madam. Once he puts it on your finger I then truly figure you wont spread the two for a Mr that belongs to another sister. Oh mine has grown into a lady and much bigger. But I'm bitter I might never share another lunch with ya. Oh I'm such an adult wisher. 5.7 Remember how we were both girly, like so curly, more Kelly like me yo Nelly. But now apparently theirs a second coming, I'm just accepting so gladly that I know the daddy. It all get better in time, although early for some but eventually for all fairly.. 5.8 I've drawn that fairy tale you once wrote down into a flow sound. I hope you proud and you know now that I'm your bro, wow! 5.9 Saying it is as laying him on his magic sheets to grow as big as I've grown. Planning to have one by the way since that's unknown. Mom will breathe a glow just to see this one run and grow. 5.10 Don't we all just wanna? But when we do we realize that it's nothing more than just learning how to behave and also refusing relentlessly so proud to shave. I kinda forgot the feelings of shame. Now I'm just living in a cave, like how the king should for him as a slave he understood. He did understand that you have to work harder to see life how you and your then significant other used to imagine it in the afternoon being ever so wonderful. 5.11 My shirt colour was blue, hers was custard food, must have knew that life will bring us to this clustered view. I hardly ever even watch the news. Go call your mother Ruth. Maybe it's time she got a brother too before we are next up in the bucket queue. It can't be lust, this is love! © 2015 Home Made II #ZCC Prod By Komishner

glARTtony 4.1 Understandable, rather the standard you wanna reach as you chase after the ladder view is where all grass is green than the herbal food. And the heavens knew are not past tense blew but actual. The factual truth is that as you climb further and move there will be more serpents on the look. 4.2 I found freedom behind a story of desk and a swivelling comfy chair. Some fresh of college are mad glorious, well such is the corporate world. All that fell was never lost though they never had what was owed to them. As if the grown will tell. 4.2 I can see you are intrigued and mesmerized. This is how it will never be on the channel live, seen or televised. That scene tells a lie, exactly like how thee devil tried to tempt Christ. The temp was high. Mxm what was it? I think he attempted trice... I sometimes imagine wild thoughts of angel fights, as I'm caught in between horrific scenes and Moses' dreams. 4.3 Holistically, that boring scene wasn't deserving of the massive credits but I must be expressive in all that I'm with comfort sharing with my cousins in panic. 4.4 I just played you my life with no pauses. Now hold your horses. I had my own courses beyond the promised, when I was remorselessly jobless. We all want our bosses to know on the spot which we present ourselves that you are the one whom they have been under the son soon, want look. 4.5 I meant looking for. I had so much on my mind so I just kept moving on. That mishap viewed is odd but it wasn't the start of an end to human fall But rather a message from the truest gods that we all get footed wrong with prudent faults, and that life is just a journey which does have a brutal stop. 4.6 Or maybe it's beautifully more so than the actual death scene. Don't you just wish it was perpetual endless? Well this my nigger has no master, I'm just the one with an unusual passion. Mutual expressions, crucially shared with you and those with whom you are attracted. 4.7 I sing miracles as I sway with this people dancing to winds signals of the 2nd coming. I can't believe I kept on munching on those urban muffins. But it was worth something as even the church is starting to lose hope on the verses published in the Holy Bible. Now it has a Homely Rival. 4.8 I lick these lips, facing gluttony, the guilty trip. But he who judges isn't real nor do they know the most beautiful kissing feel. Writers block isn't real, you just need to be and read. I sing one deepest thing and challenge the sold sacred most inner perfect soul. 4.9 And I never read this note, it's all in the Recipe folks. Prepared at home, the first I ever wrote. And what's more beautiful is that its referenced is Toast.

jeaLOUSY & envy 2.1 Dreams chased with keys faith. We live, grave, dart, what? Dark heart, hard fuck, luck spark you inner imagination in a marching nation. Bigger margin mentioned just to fill Hitler's heart with hatred. 2.2 Some love it, sum of it, exactly as the preacher touch up on how it's versed, now his cheque is from the scriptures taught, haul the church as Paul has had his robbed from Peter's son. Which is the bigger done? Be of kindness and insert in refinement "sin" between the two last words spoken in the read, quoted. 2.3 Watch a dead moment captured with flimsy palms. Then the film is done, it was the realest amongst the scenes un-watched. What I'm speaking of really was bringing the sun so the people of the mother can see clear, the evil in the gutter. I recollect my missiles and gather myself in the midst of these thunders. 2.5 But I live by my premise of wonder that as came snow, they go, fame told fake quotes but in eight more, you awake and know the rainbow couldn't have, ever been such a classical musical verse. I saw a star shooting in the past but nothing was a wish I made when I saw it moving in a glance. 2.6 A good listener was told that wishes are flown by witches unknown, reaching some folks whose mothers were once bitchy darks souls but midgets some grow. 2.7 Sadly a taller stance it's the honour that normally helps a toddler stand in order to get one awkward chance to watch in glance the photograph like how it was caught instead by the adult fans as everyone got up and danced. Then the mortals sang the chorus and clapped. 2.7 I version which was never inked for your expectation is, was rather a tough mother with much love after some uttered where the yum butter can be found in the kitchen which gave me a vision, fished in the deepest sea. 2.8 Finally had my spirit freed. Looked at my masters, held the prison keys in wonder of how Egyptians feel. Look at all the beautiful souls that the system killed. 2.9 The target was the smartest son for with his death achieved all will eventually sing unexpectedly killed as if the fat lady skinned alive by the highest of notes. 2.10 Silent souls are the most troubled. Though humbled by the lifeless folks. I rise as I rose the day I frighteningly woke up from a sightless globe just to drive them. Drove like the thrive of growth, just likely so they can see beyond the night that told chapters of sadness. 2.11 I'd rather step back and read Home Made than allow the novel of the oldest times, unfold the lies which we detach from for we understand a weak heart mourned its mom gone by a sick armed cop. 2.12 I went back to the yard of his patrol at about six past four. The two only horses were dead so to sleep I chose. Had my lead done closed with just that deep of hopes I'll fight this alone and bring back victory to uphold.

SLOTh 3.1 I rise above the whitest loved, shine and touch the sire's heart for I relate more likely such signs with doves. If it is as how the preachers tell then heaven could be such a prisoner's cell. This is all just smokes and mirrored self. Peace in a hell isn't that much of a pleasant smell. The reason I dwell so much on my upbringing world is due to the rhythmic spell that I seriously spend most of my minutes trapped in a two roomed shack. 3.2 The broom swept the huge dirt with, thereon its floor cruelly left all the children off their foot. Slept therein hopeless with their poorest dads. The male looking at her like I saw her nude in glance. 3.3 How about who isn't that? Why do request a name or title before I see your aim? And time do show who is fake in smile too. 3.4 I think the great mile you walk shows the trail behind footsteps of a warrior, which defines in huge terms why you are alive as a human being. So it's so vital you do quest within your inner self, just so you get intimate with the true nature you possess, beyond a few favours of friends, for you to smile then later your back is stepped with the knife, which you shared a meal with the one shine you thought would hold proud the fork down, even when you somewhat how showed her an awkward frown. 3.5 It is just as was written, provocation and weakness not quotations associated with meaningless occasions. 3.6 Odd to mention I never lost creation nor fashioned my innate abilities. His mate was artistry when his state was hardly ever understood by his race radically. 3.7 Oh well white is black from the blindest glance. So colour is defined in terms so vague and ambiguous. So with hate in one ambitious to engage in such serious matters detailed much than the previous one that was discussed with exclusion is less conclusive. 3.8 Usually the masked is illusive with acts confusing those who watch the news with the intend of the truest. Abracadabra, dabra abraca! Darada, dara, rada darada!

wRATh 1.1 Look at all these sins I got... ...I've seen a God, in a Synagogue. All I am is what I know nigger. Some sin again cos o' sum seen a gain. 1.2 Sun is rain, come the hail, snow I'll run again and go to where I belong. Fairer this horn I'm blowing isn't mine. Is it God showing me this signs of great health and gold in this mines? Sorry sir, oh Mr. Mike, I was stuck in my moment behind the mic! 1.3 But I was angrily reminded of slavery, and how bravery lead so many in our ancestry to lands unknown. Left such so bad untold a memory. Our nation is still in murder grief, but such is the reality we are facing with a grin! 1.4 But what would chaos, if we approach the truest answers we are usually requesting with it cure the madness we in. 1.5 I doubt it but somehow it's sounding more radical than what we've been promised. I've seen closest the scenes, notice the gist, they always approaching with caution some most important matters. 1.6 Most of ém which require robustness. He lost all that use to inspire all trusted but now he's wondering who is there to rehire. 1.7 The job market isn't open yet. Or is it just a permanently closed, a tap from which most expect their water flow. 1.8 A quench of thirst for the villagers. The lineage was a linkage once upon a time when only the god and mine, a goddess rhymed. Gifted stars that dwell in those pictured as muds but the warmth is homely. 1.9 I can just imagine bored at forty with my 2nd born fourteen, asking help from his mom cos I'm all caught in between the silent dark corridors of writers block and its righteous thugs, who stole my pen yesterday. Its mightiest palm was full of their whitest blood. 1.10 Oh now you notice that it's just skin? Word! We all bleed red, instead it's brown and he's whiter. 1.11 Thinking out loud as the writer, I'm black and proud! LIAR! But why does it have to be about the colour? 1.12 I think the sounds are darker than the black music my abusive brown mother was playing for her crowd under the shelter, in which they every then and now gather. 1.13 It has been known for six or more as where she teach souls how to be mostly what they are when they asked what to be known as when their real old. 1.14 A doctor or a dentist? Hey leave him alone, you got yours to cherish. She's just an author with credits rolling on her versions. 1.15 But all taken by the one in a blazer and tie. It never had my brains enticed how people just weigh in size the worth of this insane, a life which we all do not know from who? Jah? God? Hov? Where we got it from? OH! Amen... Hallelujah, Hallelujah! © 2015 Home Made II #ZCC Prod By Komishner

© 2015 Home Made Extra Read! @ChefToast - Manna (Prod. By @Boogie2point) BOOK FORMAT: Recipe Book Of Life And Rhymes - https://www.dropbox.com/s/bhqb3csns92nden/HOME%20MADE%20%28The%20Recipe%20Book%29.pdf?dl=0 DROPBOX: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/h8g1kdnhbhs5l44/AACzytYG0pEDEwVgsuErVLkDa?dl=0 © 2015 Home Made Credits: RECIPE BOOK WRITTEN BY: Thomas Kgampi Mphahlele BOOK ARTWORK BY: Thomas Kgampi Mphahlele AUDIO TAPES INSTURMENTALS PRODUCED BY: Pule Komishner Tlowana AUDIO TAPE NARRATED BY: Master Chef Toast AUDIO TAPE ARTWORK BY: Paul Smith AUDIO TAPE AND RECIPE BOOK PUBLISHED BY: Master Chef Toast Publishers © @ChefToast - Manna (Prod. By @Boogie2point) Oh what a night, a silent night. Oh what a light, a triumph light. Held my breath, left back ten steps for I'm that lad who chooses the truest from illusion. Confused with the options at my disposal. As night nears closer I look amazingly... with tunes blazing in the backround at wow the sun as it sets down. Thinking of the day I will make my come back around at my rivals ... the time I do that the sun will have twice cycled the earth orbit. A mad morbid, in search for it that is golden in dirt four deep, or ten more feet. Death knocking at the door which I thought I had locked with the Master Key. The Father he who has held it longer indeed knows where it's kept away from intruders. I honestly wanted to follower the ways of these tutors. But the pain isn't mutual for I grew up in a home where we came bitterly poorer. But we kept knocking loud at the doors we were locked out. You can't ignore now that we are at the main entrance. The same answers for which failed questions restrain masses from attaining masters. To say in fairness, the page exam is less valuable for what we came in searching. Maybe it's madness...The paper is held in the same hands which do the ratings and set it. Maybe it's sadness... But oh well I take a breath in, inhale the world shit. As it circulates and they turn whips... I realize I made a bad turn in the journey present I was given by my great ancestors.Or maybe it's madness, maybe it's sadness! Watching the melting pot, something of a person trolled telling a lot... that funny that hell is hot but I wanted the devil to nod his hardest baddest kop. That it is sorry and miserable for this myth to be wholly believable. You just see life for what she likes then turn behind and call her a bitchy wife. At the same minute I'm thinking the time I settle with another. Oh well I just turn on the kettle and wonder. Sip my tee and count my cattle under the beautiful sun in the presence of the mother... with whom I share a daughter. She was stripping last night for a cheling, her butt right out for public viewing. But who is it that must did knew it. As I'm trying to fix the grammar she hits it further for she's in deep matters, Sick is her Grandma. Akg puu! Sies is the pastor! But isn't it judgment which God revokes? Only known to a holy soul, a glory gold... that would surely blow a honey hoe to be you shorty home. As long as she does the dishes and come evening you fuck is it? Suck the penis and as you swap kisses... And have on the tongue of the misses enough semen just to bust and weaken. Oh what a weekend! The following one, you in denial when she tells you she missed a night or two.Like "dude how, why could you hold me liable"? Well I'm lost when night falls I just search for the golden treasure. I told them whether it's a rainy or snowy weather I will reach my destination. If I could just see the nation. Spit it and blazed it then leave in amazement those who were at the scenes of masons. Then I'll finally be as free as they make them. For now I'm just feeding it naked, on my own breathing in exhaling... Searching for mostly, a breeze that sacred.Asking if you could just listen my nation! © 2015 Home Made Master Chef Toast

On this piece "Save Africa" Master Chef Toast hooked up with Botswana's finest lyricist Quaint The Faceless Artist to express their views on African issues in general and how our presidents have neglected the course of ultimate African freedom. The jewel ensued after Master Chef and Quaint battled it out on S.A's premier league Scrambles4Money, the two emcees expressed themselves the best way they lyrically know how, sing Save Africa!