Lyrics:
Thank you thank you
Ladies and gentlemen my name is Maxedout
And beside me is my man crc
Now in 13 seconds this track is going to switch like no
holdin' it down
Lick a shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town
Uhh, master blaster sound
Freak the future far from here and now
With style, release increase
with me
Fashion on another load, we get it by the factory
And I'm drippin' on the pad, lookin' like your majesty
I'm gone, then I'm gone, like who tryna
"Look, I was gonna go easy on
You not to hurt your feelings"
"But I'm only going to get this one chance"
"Something's wrong, I can feel it"
Six
Walk by ask why
Are those kids all laughing
They won't understand
Catch breath don't fret
Thankful nothing happened
With their own dumb plan
They've
[Intro: Kris Prince]
6! 5! 6! 5! Bitch I'm 6! 5!
6 5, Kris Prince, Let's go!
[Verse 1]
Bitch I need my mask, I need my keys
I need my check, I need
in the back
So open up the track ‘cause your face is a mask
And the shape it will take is defined by how you act
Make it fast, because a thought
percent
Right now is the time and this is the place
Don't ever let another minute go to waste
The future's uncertain and the past is spent
So give it one
confused
The purpose of living
It's a blue sky outside but
I ain't close to finished
I obsess over this fear
Letting down future children i'm a menace
I'm
pulse won't raise a bit
Tip-toe on the track like a ballerina
Ski mask in a Pontiac Catalina
It's obese female opera singer
You can run the jewels
perform, cameras are litting
The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm
Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist
My chainsaw mouth split tracks for
of my dreams
Player now listen lotta blacks locked down
But comin' back around in '96
All I gots is my six
My track crew and my mother
Make these police
got a knack for not going back
Bitch! Sit and feed off my track coz I'm tempered like the Queen's bars baby I am tempered
[Verse 1]
Uh!
Writing songs
persistent it barely registers and it smells like a mix of petrol and dog shit.
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back.
I just
persistent that it barely registers
And it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit.
Just let me be the one that keeps track of the moles on your back
Drag me to Hell
Where we both belong
I'm bleeding out
It fills the tracks behind me
Don't look back now
Demons follow the footprints below
This air
with fish
I beat up the beat like a high school bully
C notes on me with a white tee fooly
Had to get off my feet now my third name peggy
She on my meat
BUILT TO LAST
*VERSE 1*
I'm over 9000 wit it
I feel like I can beat aids if Magic did it
Leap tall buildings stop bullets and all that
Stop look
schemes and scams are so wack
Tracks are trash to me, nigga actually
your platinum plaque should even go back to the factory
People want to be like Michael
expectation for
You rappers im a gucci maine
Yellow vet me and leto
Bumping gucci maine start
Track power it up back to the future
Beat me up think you fly make
and it's Equality
You know the vibes
No sleep hella tight
Yeah we ride
I got your six panga
Fighting side by side
Made a lot of mistakes
That i'm tryna
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
just six feet away
Been losing track of time
Like I’m losing my pay
I can’t control what’s others do
Control what others say
I know there’s a brighter
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
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