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