(maxxxxxix)
My reimbursement came when 39 said fuck all of them
No bother wasting the minutes calling them tryna feature
I was the late night backseat preacher
As far I know the toxins came like ether to undertake my teachers
Schoolyard fucker with the diverse crew
Before rapping was cool, hey, I was breaking the rules
Writing during and after school, the kid was very drastic
Throwing away my lunch my appetite was this rap shit
50 Cent was cracking and the south was coming in
Middle school the world hit me like a gust of running wind
Stolen paradise but we learned the ways of the human actions
I was still pulling hot ladies and rocking fashion
I was rapping didn’t care who was asking
You can get it in a hand basket
Rhyme passive
Pronounce my name
Maxwell the Fantastic and don’t ask me what I look like or I might blast shit
(Jimmy Carter)
Tell me how do my third eye get so wide
Anxiety to show pride
A dynasty engulfed sides
Left right I just might get lifted enough to miss my next flight
Pop waist with the real ting
Low profile entrepreneurs then dead mics
Smell like a led pipe with my red eyes
I defeat demons like I'm 7-hour binge playing
Overwatch
Brace loads no sober spots
Case closed on focused plots
Open documents means you all die tonight
Fake crazy like Heidenreich
Inside is light
And I can ride through sights of clear haze with traffic lights
Bike bridges with Maxx and King
Filled lungs we too polite
Who's this guy?
Get your mans before I slit your hands
I'm the president my decision stands
The mission planned is as thick as jam
300 years expired
I've been waiting for some years I'm tired
I'm not the squire
(Speedy Rodriguez)
Oye loco yo soy puertorriqueño
Hasta luego, no dice pendejo
Si si no te veo, tu no te vea
Yo no tiene puta, cabrona yo sepa
Si lo te dije, perro por supuesto
Presea para mi, eso tu eso
Esa no to boco para carribiano
Títere todo dia, yo sabe hermano
(Maxx 39)
Speedy shy so he gave me his last eight
I fuck like I rap and smoke, its all at a fast rate
Heart beat same shape, ciphered up fuck an Ice box
I’m a nice guy by all means, your life sucks
A trife cut, spirit animal Owl so when a pigeon comes I might duck
Fly and kites bust
Enlightened when I’m lighting up, thus my flights rushed
I’m books, weed, tea and sex, rappers still flexing ice up
Quite interesting stuff; might say its type rough
To not invest in other things
You gon’ get ran
Lyrical Em, Lyrical Stan
Bold enough to stand out in the crowd directly like Hilary’s mans
Not talking Oval office cream pies, I’m talking Fresh Prince
I’m Jazz with the outfits and I’m pissed
Fake soul mates do exist
But they don’t conquer Empires for shit, no offence
People trade life rings for cocaine and dirty sex
Bad vibes and loads of disrespect
That’s why I stay kicking flows its doesn’t matter what road I’m on
Leave microphones Nicole and Ron
That’s how that doctor has me, I’ll just blame it on him
Mother Nature steady changing the winds
Flustered and my imagination got me on 110
But I’m Maxx 39 and my sons are not my friends