Cuts by Chinch 33 - Panic! lyrics

[Intro Cuts: Chinch 33] [Verse 1: Aarophat] Yo supreme silverback king of the pack It's hank Aarophat swinging the bat connect crack Bust your face being on your basics you get attacked By the high caliber kick algebra like a mac Piling up the caskets to the asbestos Try and test us the last of the best laughing at d**h's wishes I'm blowing back d**h kisses at d**h's mistress I got plenty of misfits that bless biscuits Restless element regiment general private Recognize it you know we got the live sh** Leave you lying in a pit of knives if you're wise Organize somebody your own size to collide with You not colossal you're sh** to me in comparison There you're done like two empty clips and a pair of guns Sun you're just one in the whole galaxy Trying to be as wild as the definition of terror Young-in's blaspheming a hundred lashes in the cement My bones break away at the stone born with the wrath of demons Nosferatu no need in scheming You know I got you eternally boss bra** gleaming Aaro the god don't ever test my testicles End up a vegetable or scatter your ashes from here to Mexico The epic flow is one of a kind listen for a wonderful time And learn about the grind of a legend yo It's Youngstown style homicide trial central Slums found down every aisle without essentials You won't survive here it takes an ill n***a to thrive While other n***as die twice without the mentals [Hook: Aarophat] You got to be a made man if you transcend Done it so many times bet I can again Show my symmetry in a rhyme hand me the pen And everything shut down start panicking [Verse 2: Aarophat] We soul supremacy controlling energy And got some cla** about it show you how to hold your hennessey And at most seven moves how to fold your enemy Bully foot the scene infiltrating with the infantry Bending trees like a cyclone or typhoon When I groom the storm your platoon will be gone before morning You see just what I do on iTunes by high noon insight doom When the night looms without warning We ninjas in a fashion past your property line Timberland a**a**ins thoughts pop like a nine Invisible in a mask on that belly sh** I'll have my shorty dropping in from behind to sever your spine Sharp machete stick in my shoulder holster behold the roller coaster Flow thrill hands up and hold still as if you're frozen Cold as Nova Scotia the doja got me posted over standing When I inhale it's like a loaded cannon Exhale and I release the pestilence and famine I'm a shaman in the streets representing for the fam and Yo the hunger never ceases with the thesis you bandaging Your brain case cause of the mayhem I'm managing You're hemorrhaging bleeding to d**h I been around and am the n***a to be the one left come the end Comprehend the pyramids and you begin to understand How the blood in my plan never stains on the sand Hit the lane like Wainwright pitching pictures in big design I visit scriptures that extend my hit list I do my thing to the finish line I'm Tommy Smith Signing black power salute we got here in the nick of time n***as [Outro Cuts: Chinch 33]