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    Dilated Peoples Panic текст песни


    The difference between a hero and a coward? There
    is no difference. One time or another everyone’s felt
    fear. It’s what one person does that the other person
    doesn’t do that makes him a hero. But I’m about to
    step the fuck up.

    (Evidence w/ Iriscience)
    Yo panic y’all. Back against the wall feel the pressure
    No way out. Situation getting closer
    Time is ticking, walls are closin
    Options narrow now, you’re the one who’s chosen
    Panic, adrenaline rush. Master mechanic
    Play your position, blow wigs back with cannons
    Colors of rythym. No options left to chose from
    Cooperation can cock thoughts that’s gruesome
    Like, glock for murder with three strikes in Houston
    Or foreign countries that chop fingers for boosting
    Main objective-don’t become an example
    Either run or get ran. Stampede or get trampled
    I spit hard and respect my guard
    Got vision like x-ray, that’s how I read your card
    Yo we got the upper hand and still play by the book
    The truth? It’s always the last place you look.
    That’s right here

    Uh-oh. You feel that? That’s the croud staring
    That’s the spotlights that shine that damn near blind
    Sink or swim-time kid. What’s your first line?

    (Evidence w/ Iriscience)
    I spit hardcore. Menace to flows
    Time to panic for crews who don’t rehearse for shows
    ‘Cause yo this year it’s time to reclaim the game
    Used to sit up in the shadows and rebel against fame
    Until my peeps worded me up. Might have the midas touch
    And the only way to find out is to blow the fuck up
    I listened, put that thought under my wing and in my brainstem
    Now I think ink can bleed through paint pens
    Or spray cans. Dodging trains it’s the panic zone
    East L.A to the beach. Welcome to the terror dome

    When the feelings gone, here comes artillery
    To penetrate my zone takes a mind of a military
    Blown off exotic trees from Yosemite
    California’s cannibus chance dodging felonies
    Melt my trees with heat. Guns the remedy
    Do what I do? You might panic and call emergency

    Set your own standards. Not everybody can do what we do
    We can’t do what everybody else does. Alot of people get
    comfortable playing follow the leader. But if you want to
    see change you need to be the leader to follow. Let’s make it happen

    Panic. Abondoned ship, iceberg titanic.
    Time to steal fans from other groups they take for granted
    The way we came up nothing was handed
    So when we drop the mic its hot. Pick it up, you might get branded
    Might not like your plane the way we land it
    But get the job done and then some. So panic
    And it ain’t the last. Coming from the fast
    High-tech shit so feel the blast
    Catch the wordplay, hype sends the survey
    Instead of stripclub chop meats Monday through Thursday
    Friday through Sunday. Blown off the runway
    Ev the Weatherman use words instead of gunplay
    Perfect caintance, can’t catch on radar
    Speak the truth yo don’t run with traitors
    Equator hot. The artic cold
    Everything between turns to green and gets sold

    "I remember when we used to have four seasons. Now it’s just like
    one. One season all year long man. Let’s take care of this place"

    (DJ Babu Scratching)
    "Push the panic button shit it’s"
    "I can kill it from the West Coast to the Atlantic."
    "Evidence. Oh. Evidence. Yeah"
    "Worldwide respected, so give me mines or meet your deathwish"

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