Maxx 39 - Encounters - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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17. Encounters (Maxx 39) Uh! Trying to cee the surface, catch me irking breathing like tiger’s after a heard attack Murder tracks like old school villains with the damsels; for the loot I try To shoot the sky and root for guys that are underdogs like the ruthless eyes Staring at the hope, look at it funny and wonder how change blends in with the money Asking the masters all the questions I’m a slave for the answers Brave--then I chance her to cave to my last chance given Free doom is what we seek in all instance For what do I owe this honor? Death before the sentence 25 till tombstone, you people rats like pets in the group homes I wrote stoop poems and cooped loans From the deadly dice games, learned by the eye Like writing in the sky I blow away, and sigh At the dames in distress, came in a mess Like a game of the chess light the flame to my chest I suggest you get a deal before you charge me That’s Grand Larceny and your road down the path is too far to cee Sorry, Jesus, I'm just speaking facts with these scroll like writtens When I hold mics spitting like I owe Christ a life That he gave me and saved me from Lucy Took all the dreams like Juicy, asking, who's he? That’s the common words that I heard back then I lack friends’ cause: they never gave me slack when So I rack wins, slap him on the right side Time flies when the night sky comes alive at 5 At night I feel pain In my ribs I was almost slain as a kid; did my brain have a fib? Never give up, because they will always take down So-called kings keep rocking them fake crowns I break down the break beats and simple type styles Walk away from the light in the tunnel, stay bright stay humble Stay focused stay real stay true and keep it G Middle finger the world for all it took from me Goodbye hatred and spite, as I relight the fire I’d rather be called insane than a liar Now put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up for the real hip-hop Put your hands up Put your hands up Put your hands up for the real hip-hop Verbal executioner, herbal restitutions curve when I heard the best and knew the 3rd quest to loosen nerves Mic activity paranormal, care to swarm you and dare to join you in hell, walk down and feel the heat I’d rather be on a mic with a beat, I don't write I just preach every night there’s a leech Never fight in the streets cause you might cee deceased On the records at the precinct, I cee ink when I bleed And I need you to feed off me, not bite just watch Like a Rollie stolen by cops over drug money and rocks I don't sell drugs bro I give them out for free So every time you cee 39 you’re thinking of me Put your hands up, please let the people unite Wack rappers and Emcee’s should probably equal the rights And peep through the sights to tell me your performance is annoying When the bass is too loud and the crowd is flamboyant And if you getting uncomfortable when I say… Them pop artist keep dressing in drag; they must have tagged me In the same category, I'm not in the same ball game And if you ask me they all lame Get original and speak from the heart for once and try to be creative They hate it when I'm speaking the truth Why is the blood still leaking the juice like Lesane Crooks? I bring flames to books and break chains and hooks On this hip-hop (Maxx 39) Are we about finished? (Dr. ****) I believed all have needed is processed but- (Maxx 39) I know, I know why I’m here (Dr. ****) You Do? (Maxx 39) Yeah, I know exactly why I’m here
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