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letra de man of the sharpest sword - maxx 39

(maxx 39)

and while i see his whole click p-sses by
motherf-ckers think they qualify
and for those who want to try
the g.o.d., the g.o.d

how can i allow myself to be phased by misinformation?
a psycho-n-lyst
proven to be unimportant, son is scotching
with fuming torture
i look in a reflection-less mirror and pause at a quick glance to guidance
haven’t spoke to my pride since my younger soul died hence
the common growth in thought, on a rope i’m caught
seeking internal cross at a lost hope to toss
any alt-tudes of f-cked up mind set out the window
watching the terrible view as it crescendos
i am becoming so d-mn introverted
feeling withdrawn, a procedure un-ssertive
lackl-ster living, dreams defined dull
no radiance in the perception to pull
any weeds of weak wandering out of the conscious ground
looking for eggsh-lls to stomp around

when a motherf-cker steps out his place
and gets slapped in his motherf-ckin face
just because the motherf-cker tried to base
the g.o.d., the g.o.d

and while i see his whole click p-sses by
motherf-ckers think they qualify
and for those who want to try
the g.o.d., the g.o.d

forward i go into a place where i need to be
a place of peace, a place of decency
because my heart rate increasingly is releasing
thinking physical loss is the only way to the peace i seek
that’s a lie and a half, escape this pry of -ssumption
that always seems to function when my brain has hunch of non trust
bond l-st like james sh-gging
do i really need the fame bragging mouths full of my name dragging it across the dirt of deception?
buried in delusion, doing what their confused in, losing
they can’t hang with the god anyway so why do i choose to misuse my time putting fuses on my mind; bruising my divine roots
vines create loops and grow
but for some reason i’m just too slow to what i know and that’s when they step in man
f-ck the rest of this verse, go head and sing the flow

when a motherf-cker steps out his place
and gets slapped in his motherf-ckin face
just because the motherf-cker tried to base
the g.o.d., the g.o.d

and while i see his whole click p-sses by
motherf-ckers think they qualify
and for those cats want to try
the g.o.d., the g.o.d., you d i e

dr. —-: you seek to challenge me face to face?

maxx 39: i agree. you cannot win. victory is your fallacy

dr. —-: let this day be remembered in time. the death of maxx 39 and the fall of the xxxix empire at the hands of the infamous doctor —-

- maxx 39

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