Maxx 39 - Çøñ ¥ø [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

11. Çøñ ¥ø

(Jimmy Carter)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah we good

(Spanish Bond)
Stupid fucking guys’ mayne

(Jimmy Carter)
Get Higher
Get Higher
Get Higher
Get Higher
Get Higher
Get Higher

(Spanish Bond)
Lets go!

(Maxx 39)
Going off my fences, flowing boss relentless
Couldn’t rent this you pretentious bitches, entrance is momentous
I walk around with a clouded mind; so glad I didn’t waste my time
Feeling on her waistline, bring in the bass line to the mind
With the padded words, I had the nerve to damage circuit lights
Does it hurt to fight? Is worth that night to spend up in that worthless height?
Murder sight: black bags around the white chalk again
Murder rappers: he couldn’t talk his sin or walk his limbs
To the corner for a 40-form is formulated orgies
I go tour; force to more beats-sort up keys up In my shorty
She just wanted food and liquor, I was bumping The Cool
Jump in the pool of poor sportsmanship, my lyrics shrunk the rules
11:37 dirty peasants in my kingdom
Sip Dos Equis with close ESPYs for sporting rappers
11:39 Pm June 3-0, CEO of the rico
Reasons to deep throat me and cee close you are to a cheap hoax
Party people get in deep close to the street code and just breathe quotes to redeem those
Who have seen no evil and just shut they mouths
Said take two of them and walk em out
Take two of them and walk em out
Good lyrics what I talk about, again we draw the chalk around
The standard guys like scantrons, hot climate I will climb it
To the highest height, I fly the kite of peace and love and strength
Never catch my breath, you get shanked
She grabs my neck and bites with anguish
Smoke blunts like it’s my language
I speak the truth and heat the booth
Never took the scenic route, I seen the proof, I feed the tooth of the needed scoop
Of ice cream, Kool Aid and a Black and Mild
Alligators, crocodile’s, tiger’s bears and lions
My fire scares a giant; I ain’t lying to the spying eyes
On the mountaintop, go to the fountain drop the coins please
(Still) Asking Kreayshawn and Vanessa if they supporting’ orgies

What, you gonna?
Get higher
How you gonna?
Get higher
Lets go
Get higher
Please let me
Get higher

Black smoke and Danny Brown, that’s how I get higher
Spit fire, hitting skyscrapers with my fist
Getting paper on the fifth, scratch my wrist if I felt the need to
No needles, legals or regals, I’m with my dogs your with your beagles
I lost Vick like Philly Eagles. My demeanor is unreachable
I’ll flee to Spain, Auf Wiedersehen, spit retarded like Griffin Peters brain
Need the name of the heated flame, take two bucks and go buy me wraps
So I can unwind these caps and blind these bats with the kindest smack you'll find in Maxx
Where’s the part that I go, New Dorp and 4th street?
I make dork beats and spork freaks, get a worn sheet or a torn fleece
From me
Number 3 n-i-n-e
You will cee deez nuts in your mouth, got CDs bumping me loud
Live In 3D puffin the lau; I am knee deep punching a cow
With the ERD ending, I guess the words pending
Kill two birds and get stoned, just another absurd song

Get Higher

If this was Rigamortus, it’d be gorgeous if you died
I will straight run up in the house and just now punch you in the eye
And if you think I’m lying, you think I’m a different guy
Then I guess, flipping the bird at all those haters ain’t gonna’ fly

Çøñ ¥ø

(Dr. ****)
So basically, what I can gather is that: you rid of your bottled up emotions by doing what it is you do, creatively. Am I correct?