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letra de panic meter! 2 - chris grindz

[hook]

they done f-cked up and let me on the loose
feel like pac with that pistol, boy i got the juice
fire flame spitter b-tch, don’t get barbecued
i know you scared right, this panic meter! 2

panic meter! 2, i see yo panic meter too!

[verse 1]

back to reality, resurrection
it’s no question that i’ve been questing
guessing i should keep perfecting
this rap sh-t i’m doing and make it profession
artistic sketching, catching these blessings
but still unable to make a connection
in fear of rejection, cause i got so many styles
that i get lost inside my collection
now time for inspection, you got a suggestion
i got no direction & thoughts so complex in
my mind, my mind just can’t agree
on an idea when one’s up for election
what are you expecting, what are you suspecting
songs about tw-t doing squats on erections
or how i spent time in department corrections
money drugs what, what the f-ck’s your obsession
i’m the exception, got objection
you should be accepting the fact
that i’m real when i rap and i’m ill on a track
or any other time that requires a mc’s flexing
and i’m addressing those un-impressing
who have this impression
that there the best in the game
when it’s simple and plain that everything changes
life is only succession, lesson!

[hook]

they done f-cked up and let me on the loose
feel like pac with that pistol, boy i got the juice
fire flame spitter b-tch, don’t get barbecued
i know you scared right, this panic meter! 2

[verse 2]

rap n-gg-s these rap n-gg-s
thank god for these rap n-gg-s
most of y’all are light snack n-gg-s
that’s the facts n-gg-, read the back n-gg-
junk bars, yo flow ain’t worth a junk car
don’t make me take yo garbage -ss out
to the junk yard, boy i go stupid dumb hard
no work out i drop dumb bars, ring bells
i got the flow and you’ll see sh-lls
cause life’s a muhf-cking beach whale
f-ck with me, you won’t breath well
the sh-t i spit make ya need scales
and after i’m done dropping bars
all you muhf-ckers gone need bail
st. louis we bring h-ll, no need to go into detail
but we’ll hit you up till you’re inbox
and you’ll never check that d-mn email
“great gatsby” no leonardo, who’s the r-t-rdo
who thought he had bars though?
i stick to the bar code, i sense sh-t like a scanner
and b-tch i ain’t really buying them bars bro
price check, n-gg- i bet
you’re off brand with ya off brand -ss
biting my lines, should be a crime
get in a book and please stay out of mine
cause i’m on the grind, hadokens are fine
i’m more ak-ma with mine
you can get instant murdered
guilty as charged is the verdict
i’m k!lling this sh-t and i know that you heard it

[hook]

they done f-cked up and let me on the loose
feel like pac with that pistol, boy i got the juice
fire flame spitter b-tch, don’t get barbecued
i know you scared right, this panic meter! 2

- chris grindz

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