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maxx 39 - swords lyrics

(hcf 49)

when i was little, my brother was captured
he was taken from his lair on the day he turned 19 years old
he was beat until he lost consciousness by three hooded men
my brother was taken to a secret corporation and placed in a straight jacket
when he was awaken, a mysterious man sat across from him in a dark room
after introducing himself as the doctor of —-, he interrogated my brother for many hours
this man argued that my brothers brain was infected by devils
after many exhausting questions, my brothers patients grew thin
he wasn’t scared of the doctor, but the doctor was scared of him
maybe that was the problem
then, by the end of the night, the doctor tried taking him into, what he called, extended custody
they were supposed to k!ll my brother but they didn’t
that was the night everything changed and all was evil was exposed

dr. —-: oh how you have sought to release from my grasp. your desire is not surprising. however, mr. 39, to be forward and impatient…i plan to end you tonight. escape is fallacy and peace is impossible
through him into the chambers! may you speak at my command; at my force!
what say you dead man? what last words of desperation do you spew before i let you rest pre your death?

mr. ira: open chamber 37

(maxx 39)

when the emcees came, to live out the name
and to perform
some had to snort cocaine, to act insane
but before pete rocked it on
now on with the mental plane, to spark the brain
with the building to be born
ay yo son, flip the track

hardly sane but who cast the emotion?
crashed in the ocean when bombs blast the motion
what am i talking about? it’s the ship of mental thinking
now that i am hit let us watch the gentle sinking
a question of trust browses a crowd of my piers
thus filling up my conscience, sorting out the fears
i’m distracted; it literally is filling up my ears
certain vibrations might lead a man to tears
hearing out negative ideas avoiding certain tactics
doing a mental backflip
sadness gets a very huge plaque like dental traffic
my mind releases stress when the heads rested, worse when settled back quick
permitting irregular thought patterns and phrases
fantastic days go back to hazes
doing what i do is what’s for best but when under guessed circ-mstance and stress h-t the brain flow is a mess
so i guess dr. f-ck your name i’m really not impressed
your sudden manipulation has h-t panic and your best at what you want from me
you think its certainty of control
but i have sold doc-ments of getting rid of the hole
that bottomless home you call quote on quote “taking a nice stroll”
you’re a fool and a joke, and you do not have the roll
you can play, that what you are
an actor
you understand the true factors
and common denominators
alarm the haters

i sought out greatness and you laughed in my face
told me all nice guys always fall back in last place
so i do like ace from the west, say and suggest
that i am not in a hurry and we are not in a race
why you plotting the case, that’s seems to be the only thing you good at
like hoeing off money to a hood rat
standing exactly where i stood at when you captured me
why was you after me? where will my laughter be?
i’m reading letters from no one like harry potter chapter 3
book one
you caused havoc i was a shook one
you took fun, made it paranoia driven
and quite honestly, that’s not how i be really wanna living
but you might wanna cee me slip like a bad ice skater
that’s why i use to sip the sprite chaser with the nice flavor
remembering my f-cked up behavior
and thinking that that was going to be my downfall in the major
but that sh-t was minor cause really what i savor
is being religion free having and god as my savior
i rearrange the curtain: oz in the mixture
and understand that all this fear sh-t is a fixture
smoke and mirrors, as you choke and cough
now get me out this straight jacket so i can sit back and smoke it off

dr. —-: mr. ira

mr. ira: doctor

dr. —-: release his jacket and display the first test. he wants to smoke? he wants his cannabis? i grant thy fool who opens the door in which his own demise is knocking

mr. ira: you have been allowed to smoke…

- maxx 39 lyrics

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