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lirik lagu maxx 39 - 4:50

get in the design. hit it fine grab a spit of wine
open up the mind scope and find what is yours and mine
sucking on a sign? i don’t do that i’m the 39
that means i’m divine with a utilized shine
hard times: i done been through, respectively declined
unwind with the refined no longer undermined
underline the fact and the matter of the delicious-vigorous
figured figures can model a sculpture, that’s why i flipped it on you
moronic statements placed in heads of those naïve
cop versace shades you listen and breathe
and get inspired by greed
but when i drop science on aspects and levels i cee you leave
so what the h-ll does that do for me?
person please
i don’t people please to get up in the spot again
rhyming activisms or drop tops, i plot within
inner action grab a plate when the dinners p-ssin
with commas and checks comes a thinner p-ssion
i’m asking, those who oppose dope sh-t and sounds of hyper activation
activities of hands up in the sky decides placements of rhymes, dedicating, demonstrating the roots
get the nancy sinatra boot for a head knock and a shoot
sorry, shot, i’m pistol pete on a fast break
with 39 seconds left in the 4th, strike the p-ss and then half fake
-phrase maxx 39 felt was unnecessary to keep audible-

-jimmy carter blows smoke in maxx’s face to wake him up-

rose quickly while the smoke hit me
i choke gently, and arose shifting, my clothes just don’t fit me
or i suppose simply, matter fact i oppose against me
my close fit i’m just slow zoned and inching
thc in my eyes, i tend to bars like i really need to cee id
know the knowledge really be by me, i wanna vaporize a plant
and dance with shorty to some pyt
i move the like the king of pop when the thing is hot
no need for pills or them stinging rocks, singings got me
in a new york giants mode, some mop
might take that water out, the dope is strictly pure
ask the colombians bout the stilo, no that’s not a typo
they don’t f-ck with rican boys, but the scent is alright yo
maybe the doctor is sitting back i don’t know right now
i’m once again so alone in a hypnotic cloud
paranoia can make its way out
-ssumptions to a strange doubt, how do you gain clout
when your mind is on a brain-dead end, do you recalculate?
god power self, that’s the gps that i evaluate
on your mind does the valve just break or do you know for sure?
the gas mileage is as deep as the ocean floor
make a sound like a tiger with an open roar
praying for less is the same when you hope for more

(jimmy carter of the xxxix empire & maxx 39)
ay yo, its 4:50 am, do you know where your heads at?

no, i don’t, no i don’t, no i don’t

ay yo, its 4:50 am, i don’t know where my heads at?

no you don’t, no you don’t, no you don’t

i said, its 4:50 am, i don’t know where my heads at?

no you don’t, no you don’t, no you don’t

ay yo, its 4:50 am, do you know where your heads at?

-maxx 39 apologizes for falling asleep; explains a dream he had and wants to elaborate on. –

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