Max Out

Hook-
I can carry my Weight when its Time to Max Out
Speaking in volume not the Time to act loud
In a dicey situation not the Time to crap out
We soiled the game and left you ass out
I can carry my Weight when its Time to Max Out
Speaking in Volume not the type to act Loud
In a dicey situation not the type to crap out
We soiled the game and left you ass out

I’m from the Treez spit a seed and hand feed ya the Bird
All my words dirty germinating ya Earth
I’m Melting Pot with my people we creating a stir
I’m taking my turn and all the cash that was earned
Before I burn it into ashes keep it stashed in an urn
Thats how the cremated through the shady situations
Weighted with some armor gotta scar by my eye
Showin chinks when I’m high gotta need to be hired
My flow is grace under fire I always reapply to the fullest
A bullet for the Bully at the Pulpit I’m accustomed to war
And feeding off this Bullshit like Mushroom Spores
Rebel for my cause
You could bring it if you want it gotta bullet for the charts and we just started gunnin
Never stall while you fall and plummet down the plumbing
Couldn’t go Number One with the faucet running
This is Justin

Hook

What I learned in this biz you gotta fight for what you get
Stomach rumbles money hungry double cuz I Mint
Everything I said or ever put in print
I needed rap for keeping track of Time that I spent
When I was having trouble just struggling for rent
Singin low on car Notes hoes got me pissed
Damn I’ll think its funny when they love me when I’m rich
All these cunning lil tricks scouting for the one who earns bigger
Talkin shit tearing pictures burning all bridges
Got the nerve to beg for help she through herself in the River
And if you need a Lifeline I’m only saving my wealth
I intercepted all the messages you sending in stealth
Bouncing brain waves just to tell you how I Felt
Tips for the paper had u bloody on the running
Sharp pains when im blunted seeing thru facades and frontin
Fake smiles handshakes and huggin

Hook

Some people blind to the ways walking with a White Cane
Everyone I nose dripping eyes behind shades
Let ya dog lead you thru the night to the light of day
He’s into sniffin too
A strong sense of smell for the stench of the loot
And always lookin for more
Would sell ya Soul on 12 inch to get a Foot in the door
My style is done well no need for cooking the raw
I serve emcees by the course and now u looking for Salt
I’m melting all Ices watch the Sluggish dissolve
In the Streets / release ya El-P from a Cage
For setting Sparxxx to the Hay
Yo I’m honest as Abe
Pacin 8 Miles through the snow to give you some change
And that includes my two cents so don’t be actin stupid
Just brace ya self and get ready for the Movement
Oh its my Fault just call it New Madrid
I’m Time shakin out the Lou again

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