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power success hours invest - maxx 39 lyrics

at the spur of the moment
i clip my joint in the lake of anxious tension
my dogs sell tics for the pace of effort and patient friendship
how caviler of i to dream of bucks through rap tours
76 trombones played on and on while my rhymes p-ssed tons of rappers off
never in your nets of fishy feelings among the climate
nicked off of a piece of the bullseye chalk -ssignment
nuggets of gold beseech my conscience
thunder and lightning announcing nature’s turns and toils through all of human’s nonsense
the wolves smell my timber breathe and search with trails blazing
i often spoke to warriors who sang jazz so amazing
aging oaks amounting high as my patterned being
the sun king sings as the sons and the kings are speaking
kicking the h-rnets’ nest; the theories of thieves misleading
from a hawk’s eye view i check the profile of the magic makers static breakers
tragic shakers of the dice
wizards in the attic taking heat from hearts of all the mavericks
treating life like rocket science, fire spread to grab sticks
different definition of mad lit
fly pelican fly on some kicking back in the bath sh-t
grizzly bear bumping painted ruins while i zone out
till my ice-cold body got froze out

power success hours invest…(melody)

lighting still brewing
the leaves i pulled in may
had me say burr in december
but the mind is still okay
i’m literally westside story
baby with jets and sharks
the senators still hate mixed kids
even the panthers in the dark
know the canadiens are laughing
the mexicans are worried
the rest of the earth shakes their head as the islanders are buried
the devils don’t have red wings
these predators give the blues
in the wild we’re animals
blue jacket capitals in the news
the stars don’t live on
avalanches on the roofs
of blackhawk and seminole
natives roots dug and chewed
hurricanes don’t form with civil clocks
kings can’t cast flyers
speaking against the planet’s flames
we have youth to inspire
silver days and golden nights come in heaven; where’s the disconnect
ranging between ego and conscience?
i must rinse the sweat
oil all over me
i can knuck the posing question
poison suggestions from the coyote yelling for my fear retention
penguins look fly and pull off outfits that ducks can’t f-ck with
so what circ-mstance are you stuck with?

- maxx 39 lyrics

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