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maxx 39 - untouched lyrics

mathematical magical rap animal
static and cracked adjectives, factual raps are tangible
highlighted scan-able, ran through your stack of cantaloupes
icebergs cooler than fridges full of my cans of dope
stand and hope, rhymes higher than the ramones
on a new york city tour, watch me grip the microphone
and light the stage on fire with the words that i spit
verbs that get lit are annotated with flammable sh-t
got more teen spirit than nirvana watch me curve commas
she said i get on her nerves so i went and put my nerves on her
capital traps no doubt about it
before i k!ll this beat i wanna jump it, and beat the sh-t out it
your better than me, i doubt it, clout is wireless routers
telling george bush to p-ss the kush getting pushed out of a plane
747 insane i’m lyrically solitary confinement
i’m calling jerry to find it with voluntary alignment

yo son you ugly step back for a second
time for antidepressants, messing with fresh beats that i’m testing
automatically sporadic static is hazards and daggers
a nagger with point 0000 swagger
yo son you ugly step back for a second
time for antidepressants, messing with fresh beats that i’m testing
automatically sporadic static is hazards and daggers
a nagger with point 0000 swagger

i’m crazy sick, i’m tired of reciting that, i’m lighting a match
slightly attached with sniper riffles fighting me back
asking rappers, why are they red in the back? i wonder why?
i guess they got mad at things i said in my raps
b-ss kicking like pele, making sure your head is attached
i gave some one my tape, jakes arrested me said it was crack
39 to life, lyrical knife so damaging
hip hop to the death of me and theres no micromanaging
and i sing
plan to dream
handing stan a gl-ss of orange juice
then watch me rhyme mad lines with the word orange juice
i’m getting d-prince a platinum plaque for his booth
spit hot off the dome, made lloyd banks re–ssort his roof
4 more bars left like a sad fat kid, with a kit-kat dis-attached
rhymes annoying like jim jones ad libs
formulaic when i storm and spray it, in my dorm with basic
able and enabled to be stable and stay lit

- maxx 39 lyrics

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