El Rey de Sol - Çøñ ¥ø lyrics

11. Çøñ ¥ø (Jimmy Carter) Yeah, yeah Yeah we good (Spanish Bond) Stupid f**ing 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 b**hes, 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 ba** 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 k** 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?