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maxx 39 - black and milds lyrics

[vince the prince]

i’m a send of these lethal weapons of packing sentence
headless rappers think they are swagging but they get so defenseless
i’m under surface my other surface is resting under searches
with million dollar hands of, lifting ceiling fans up
and getting more air, than fishes with the fear of
getting sn-tched by bears trying to make it out from where
they were told they could roll, getting old but we go harder
take a break right where you are cuz you going to far, huh
i had to give em that whiplash effect
cuz half of y’all could handle cash if you had a check
and most of y’all could’nt handle cards with a loaded deck
wack rappers sonin ya’ll, yeah i just contracept
thats far cries from the things that they had told me
its funny how your girl say she would have dated the old me
and if you making this year, we’ll wait and see
but i ain’t stopping at nothing less than the best emcee

[lawrence turner]

most memorable time of my career was the day i was born
satan’s sp-wn, the mic wire was my umbilical cord
imma backwards n-gga, so i was born inside of a morgue
nastier than my girl sucking p-ss from a pimple on my b-lls
every night i kneel and pray to the lyrical lord
telling me smite these rapping wh0r-s with my lyrical sword
lacerations across your throat leave you silent and gone
so you’ll never spit a verse and hip hop will be restored
in other words, i’m saving hip hop from the likes of you
you wack rappers that get on the mic and let wack rhymes spill through
lawrence turner is a beast and all of his n-ggas is too
avengers just -ssembled and i’m lyrically hulking you
i am a rare one, you’ll never find a mind like mine
you’ll will transform from an optimist when i enter my prime
if your spitting wack sh-t with no meaning intertwined
then your career gonna be maxed out by the time you 39

[j-emz]

your neither poetic, nor photogenic but imma snap at you
your action are prostetic, i should send a medic
with every record i p-ss at you, imma p-ss records
with recordings that deserve awarding
with these bars imma a warden
i’m warning you i’m the wrong one to war with i am historic
say prayers for your self like a selfish dion warwick
and anyone that has a heart i feel for you
i feel to do what i need to do for me to keep you beneath the crew
i’m on the move, you hauling you stalling
i’m styling, yo sippin, i’m styling getting no rest
not many test j-emz and find that i be studying
ahead of time so that i could be ahead of them
i put my soul in my music and then i aim for money
you couldn’t do it so they claim illuminati’s on me
if these decent rappers quit hating and get moves made
then maybe i wouldn’t feel like the only

[th3 saga]

see i’m labeled a typical backpack, little artist with wack tracks
who be rocking a snapback but i lyrically snap backs
i’m luger with the torture rap, it ain’t hard to scorch a track
people would rather see clear lies, than distorted facts
my cousin told me in the race for cheese, ignore the rats
and keep comiting homicide whenever you record a track
spit that raw but with all the pressure i can’t afford to crack
confidence is in my position cuz now they sort of wack
turn to mj when the b-lls given
haters hate my hustle, trying to figure the flaws in em
i got my own shirt i rock that with some hard denim
spit that 50 tyson on the track, yeah that autism
ambition relentless, homie there ain’t no pause in em
spewing blessing when he write, cuz you know gods in em cuz god sent him
to change the game, and supplying the sharp shooter
just to let you know he got hart in em
equal2none

[maxx 39]

mastodon with his gl-sses on
rap till dawn, maxx is on till i’m p-ssed and gone in a casket
wrong answers, don’t mess with these pop song dancers
drop long prancers in the spot to p-wn kings in the castle
bringing the tackle springing for capsule singing for t-ssels
wife the game no lebron james if the ring is a h-ssle
i’m not gonna stop putting rhyming words in sentences
unless i’m a pessimist with an extra wrist performing an exorcist
get ugly rappers extra p-ssed, lyric’s be insidious
to idiots walking threw my city just for a t-tty kiss
you get the gist of it, be the next to blow like subway train’s
in great britain, girl likes rap but she hates spitting
bars like a state prision, make visions relate different
m’c have no following and dare to say they hate christians
let saga handle that, burn your bridge with the candle wax
no need to fight the facts, relax as i light my black

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