Lyrics Panik Attack - Astonish

Panik Attack

I put it down whenever I’m on the track
My tongue is like a gat, I’m ready to cock it back
Like blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Nigga blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Don’t call it a comeback, nigga we run that
Rap shit, you hangin' from my dick like nut sack
This joint is for the ones that say «fuck that»
Cause I’m a hip hop head so nigga fuck rap
And you gotta luv dat
And hate it at the same time
Cause phoney niggas that made it with the same line
Talkin' 'bout they shine so it would be a hate crime
If I
Diss you on record or run up on you like a leopard
With the shank just ready to hear «cut» from the director
You actin' ass rappers tryin' to Hustle & Flow
I ain’t even got a whip, I take a bus to my shows
And stay puffin' the 'dro until I’m 104
And I ain’t even lyin' either
Yo, I’m so high I need a
Minute to breathe, but in that minute believe
Them niggas will scheme, tryin' to take a spot on the team
But ain’t a lot of nigga hotter than me
And niggas know that I be…
Puttin' it down whenever I’m on the track
My tongue is like a gat, I’m ready to cock it back
Like blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Nigga blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Yeah, I put it down whenever I’m on the track
And yes hip hop is dead but I am bringing it back
Like blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Nigga blaow!
This is another Panik attack
I’m fly till the day that I’m gone
I stay high off that marijuana, so say what you wanna
But no, I got it faded like I stay in a barber
But the bench players always gonna hate on the starters
Regardless, I’mma be ballin' like it’s nothin'
You don’t stay fly, you be ballin' on a budget
I don’t call 'em cause they frontin' like they major
Yo, my name buzzin' like a pager, so cousin get your game up
Music is for life, I’m like Ewing on the mic
You ain’t doin' what I’m doin' so they booin' you on sight
If you the type to settle for less and sell your respect
Ya end up gettin' only five percent of your check
Check it
Yo, I ain’t sweatin' a thang, my method’s to aim
At the top of the world like a satellite
You ain’t even gotta question am I tight
Quench a nigga thirst like a can of Sprite
Even polite niggas ain’t half as nice
Puttin' it down whenever I’m on the track
My tongue is like a gat, I’m ready to cock it back
Like blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Nigga blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Yeah, I put it down whenever I’m on the track
And yes hip hop is dead but I am bringing it back
Like blaow!
This is another Panik attack
Nigga blaow!
This is another Panik attack