Max Percents
• Written by Qoey
Catch that, Kodak moment raises the Nasdaq
Snatch hats, monkey in a crowd, you can't nab me, man
I'm a paratrooper, DB Cooper, fly away
With the money, cover me until another day
Then I get back on the attack at whack bastards
I'm a master blaster, spitting lines much faster
Than other whacker masters of ceremonies
Share a phony's rhymes, ride a pony for a time
Climb a mountain like a mind fountain raining rhymes
It's like a crime how I find lines like "it's fine"
Come up, words found all around while hearing Sublime
On hallowed ground, I make sound and shake foundations
When you see this paleface spit sick shit, no tourist
Rap immigrant, fresh from metal, hesher pedals hit
F X Make M E sound E Z, so cry
While U B losing to Q O E Y
I'm aiming for max percents, Maybe I won't make sense
But I write like each word is worth it's own Benz
Kid in the kitchen wishing for completed missions
Rewards for a job well done, energized like fission
Come on son, I'm up front, don't need guns, one on one
Mano a mano, show of hands, man I'll clock some
dip shits that think they tangle with me, sheesh
pins pushed into walls, that's all those guys have been
Under this guise of mine, time to fly sky high
Ashamed of shitty rhymes? posters up over lines
But still record because I can afford some shit wordplay
And what's more, it fits the shit in my own kinda way
I'm not gonna back up, liquids already in my cup
Will it spill? Truth is truces won't get to look up
Peace won't make art, love is a dry bag of tea
Be water, Bruce, Lenny or Lee, a combo, that's me
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Qoey
Member since January 14 2014