maxx 39 - randy orton ii lyrics
yo!
all i cee is styles that is make believe
your process is processed you fake with cheese
yeah the sun king sing, we can crossover and break your knees
come with power that can quake the seas
stay with queen that respect the tea regimen, l.i.ps is medicine
plus the dressing taste better as soon as i put the lettuce in
y’all look like you make fashion questions, what statements did you fail to test in?
it’s funny how life works, use to be bullied by cool kids
lived depressed doing a fools bid
but now i’m getting it and they all some drug addicts and low life’s
and now i only trip when i blow dice
life ain’t a b-tch once you destroyed the panties
and when you pay too much for disappointment you hug and run like its floyd and manny
stay away from sour situations like you avoiding candy, i can’t be denied you know the boy is dandy
i got 39 ways to break it down like degeneration x
bust one like celebration sex
test i find devastation next
let us bring the wreck
what else do you suggest?
and i don’t do club appearances
i do “smoke bud appearances”
…and there’s a thud to any scrub whose hearing this
i bring the crud to whatever fear insists
check me out
i have let my presence be known
set it in stone, old prophets read it in poems
i don’t have no idea of success
because that comes when happiness is manifested in every one of my breaths
and my sight cees peace, take flight upon the reach for opportunity to love unto peeps
get it?
no consign needed
maybe from the dali lama, but even that probably causes drama
but whatever right?
most cats rhymes styles is never tight
so i come to commence
stepped out the mud in the trench, saw my blood on the bench
blew the earth smoke to cover the stench
wiped my eyes let the rain hit my skull
pushed out the hole like whoa…
like whoa…
like whoa?
like whoa…
the king of matthew the king, let me run it past you
showed me how to give my cinderella the gl-ss shoe
i’m past due but still mad cool
trust me on that
let’s go beyond fact and carry out some
treacherous acts
laid flat, the concrete built foundation on the spine
broken trees seemed to always crack while playing on the vines
that’s metaphorical and historical. trust me
i don’t cop pleas for bargains
i really plant seeds in the garden
of a wise dome i arise inside the mind
give light and surprise drones
not those of the flying machine but of a dying regime
a message that is unlocked and is probably clean
untouched like collections track 18 nope-nineteen
good save, was about to say i break spleens and slice things
but those just some rhyme just because words
why do that when i can cause words to m-ssage nerves
king of maria the queen, the royalty in service
not of certain rule but of purpose
my earth is the sole woman that rose me from the dirt and wiped my eyes clean
as a f-cked up little boy and as a high teen
made sure i arrived mean with a kind swing
i love my sun and my moon, the reason for the love that i bring
yall can take me for granted, but just please have the patients
that ain’t no subliminal line, that’s a general statement
that’s to anyone b-mping, this please be aware that i always got the peace to release and share
weather madison square garden; underground clubs
you know i got nice vibe of love
and truthfully, f-ck a competition; it’s an illusion and superstition
when you compete you are useless victim, truth is risen
when i bring words of new existence it exudes the rhythm
renew description of improved precision
i crack the words out like an eggshell and your head swells
especially when they absorb taste and are read well
i use to cast myself upon a dead spell, now i’m refined
moved out the anger and the questions of a protected design
and i don’t do club appearances
oh sorry i brittany spears that one didn’t i?
a silly guy, rhyme like biggie on a phillie high
use to wave to broads like telling philly hi
illin and spillin and k!llin
you can have those for free
i like to rhyme unexpectedly
con ÿø eso mami dame beso
me gusta tranqilo perro me gusta sexo
como se dice tequila i don’t like that shit
i like amaretto please so get over it b-tch
and i’m not talking to a female, that’s another general
being a b-tch ain’t got nothing to do with your genitals
don’t play the part you can’t remember your lines with
adaptation; you gotta change with the times kid
and when you don’t erase ignorance once a day
you get jumped and left slumped away, scream at me
actually petrified, set to lie as of an exercise
create the portion grab an extra size
now i’m the metaphysical mentor, i left the thin drawer of hate
time to restore the fate and score the pouring the gate
escape, unlock my mind and erase
the time continuation, we are really floating in space
check the books for the grace, but we have it and are selfish
and create distraught feelings that will always leave us helpless
but what’s that gotta do with a rap and a kid?
that spits from the art and doesn’t spit for the cribs
hell yeah i want the dough and the sauce and the cheese
but i don’t count on it emotionally down on my knees
i got fees for free things, please don’t get twisted
this was suppose to happen way before i existed
twisted fiction this dimension of thought
creates an extension of a tension and exhaust
frost bit at the loss, the cold wind blows in
from the west the war was won now on the east coast i goes in
people have insecurities that they froze in
no heat for the party, because snakes too can grow skin
and shed skin, always a guess on whose brethren
don’t matter when i inscribe ill rhythms in a led pen
matter fact i wanted to correct a lot of you chumps
so i rewrote they raps in a red pen
i’m scientifically off balance but spiritually fit
you too can be this way when you hearing me spit
it ain’t to the account of weather you dig it or not
but understanding is the key to the lock, measure the knowledge i drop
every which way they turning up and shutting down
walk the street with a strutting frown
a huge joke like a cutting clown
when they laugh when they cry don’t matter, it’s a funny sound
i have yet to un-impress myself. bold as control b
try your very best but never once will you control me
i hold heat without the strap or the fifth
you know maxx exist because of the fact of this
i have been sent to linger around like an in-scent
and release any tension you bend with
i’m kin to you because of our matching intestines
woman or man, we’re human, with a loving investment
let’s exercise what we can do the best
from staten island to budapest, we have the clues to test
anyone living with a fearful stroke
of vibration, i cee it as a cheerful joke
provoke yourself to get out of the trench like i did
so much sight came when i brushed the dust off my eyelids
mind control tyrants, they rule the world
and to them we all fools and swirls
of unadjusted victimization
stick up the patrons? or live with salvation and modification. customization. alleviation
stop breathing in a sea of hatred
i cee the patients and succeed with
greatness, face it
i top off the mountains of placement
make the vacancy ancient then fill up the soul
that’s what i got when i climb out the hole, word up
still do the best i can
still move through treks of sand
still groove respect
you still shoot the tech to jam
glued to a necklace and an extra hand
jewels, fake people plotting on your next move, who’s who in this messed up plan?
i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
but my theory is to let them show any hole
that they have in their -rs-nal
they ain’t gonna buy you time when their cart is full, so all you gotta do is just part and pull
i cee the ways of good living and i start to drool
the sun revolves around my body cuz my heart is proved
to be insignificant, besides pumping my blood
i’m telling you right now that is not the center of love
there’s more to it than that, so i will leave you with this
peace, love and happiness is the reason why we exist
b-tch
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