[Hook]
They done f**ed up and let me on the loose
Feel like Pac with that pistol, boy I got the juice
Fire flame spitter b**h, 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** 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 twat doing squats on erections
Or how I spent time in department corrections
Money Drugs what, what the f**'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**ed up and let me on the loose
Feel like Pac with that pistol, boy I got the juice
Fire flame spitter b**h, don't get barbecued
I know you scared right, this Panic Meter! 2
[Verse 2]
Rap n***as these rap n***as
Thank God for these rap n***as
Most of y'all are light snack n***as
That's the facts n***a, read the back n***a
Junk bars, yo flow ain't worth a junk car
Don't make me take yo garbage a** 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 shells
Cause life's a muhf**ing beach whale
f** with me, you won't breath well
The sh** I spit make ya need scales
And after I'm done dropping bars
All you muhf**ers gone need bail
St. Louis we bring hell, no need to go into detail
But we'll hit you up till you're inbox
And you'll never check that damn email
"Great Gatsby" No Leonardo, who's the retardo
Who thought he had bars though?
I stick to the bar code, I sense sh** like a scanner
And b**h I ain't really buying them bars bro
Price check, n***a I bet
You're off brand with ya off brand a**
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 Akuma with mine
You can get instant murdered
Guilty as charged is the verdict
I'm k**ing this sh** and I know that you heard it
[Hook]
They done f**ed up and let me on the loose
Feel like Pac with that pistol, boy I got the juice
Fire flame spitter b**h, don't get barbecued
I know you scared right, this Panic Meter! 2