| The difference between a hero and a coward? |
| There
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| Is no difference. |
| One time or another everyone’s felt
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| Fear. |
| It’s what one person does that the other person
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| Doesn’t do that makes him a hero. |
| But I’m about to
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| Step the fuck up
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| (Evidence w/ Iriscience)
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| Yo panic y’all. |
| Back against the wall feel the pressure
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| No way out. |
| Situation getting closer
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| Time is ticking, walls are closin
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| Options narrow now, your the one who’s chosen
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| Panic, adrenaline rush. |
| Master mechanic
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| Play your position, blow wigs back with cannons
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| Colors of rythym. |
| No options left to chose from
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| Cooperation can cock thoughts that’s grouseme
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| Like, Glock for murder with three strikes in Houston
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| Or foreign countries that chop fingers for boosting
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| Main objective-don't become an example
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| Either run or get ran. |
| Stampede or get trampled
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| I spit hard and respect my guard
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| Got vision like x-ray, that’s how I read your card
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| Yo we got the upper hand and still play by the book
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| The truth? |
| It’s always the last place you look
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| That’s right here
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| (Iriscience)
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| Uh-oh. |
| You feel that? |
| That’s the croud staring
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| That’s the spotlights that shine that damn near blind
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| Sing a swim-time kid. |
| What’s your first line?
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| (Evidence w/ Iriscience)
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| I spit hardcore. |
| Menace to flows
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| Time to panic for crews who don’t rehearse for shows
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| Cause yo this year it’s time to reclaim game
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| Used to sit up in the shadows and rebel against fame
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| Until my peep worded me up. |
| Might have the mightest touch
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| And the only way to find out is to blow the fuck up
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| I listened, put that thought under my wing and in my brainstem
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| Now I think ink can bleed through paint pens
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| Or spray cans. |
| Dodging trains it’s the panic zone
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| East L. A to the beach. |
| Welcome to the terror dome
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| When the feelings gone, here comes artillery
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| To penetrate my zone takes a mind of a military
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| Blown off exotic trees from Yosemite
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| California’s cannibus chance dodging felonies
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| Melt my trees with heat. |
| Guns the remedy
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| Do what I do? |
| You might panic and call emergency
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| (Evidence)
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| Set your own standards. |
| Not everybody can do what we do
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| We can’t do what everybody else does. |
| Alot of people get
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| Comfortable playing follow the leader. |
| But if you want to
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| See change you need to be the leader to follow. |
| Let’s make it happen
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| (Evidence)
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| Panic. |
| Abondoned ship, iceberg titanic
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| Time to steal fans from other groups they take for granted
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| The way we came up nothing was handed
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| So when we drop the mic its hot. |
| Pick it up, you might get branded
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| Might not like your plane the way we land it
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| But get the job done and then some. |
| So panic
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| And it ain’t the last. |
| Coming from the fast
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| High-tech shit so feel the blast
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| Catch the wordplay, hype sends the survey
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| Instead of stripclub chop meats Monday through Thursday
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| Friday through Sunday. |
| Blown off the runway
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| Ev the Weatherman use words instead of gunplay
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| Perfect cadence, can’t catch on radar
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| Speak the truth yo don’t run with traitors
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| Equator hot. |
| The artic cold
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| Everything between turns to green and gets sold
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| «I remember when we used to have four seasons. |
| Now it’s just like
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| One. |
| One season all year long man. |
| Let’s take care of this place»
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| (DJ Babu Scratching)
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| «Push the panic button shit it’s»
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| «Evidence»
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| «I can kill it from the West Coast to the Atlantic.»
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| «Evidence. |
| Oh. |
| Evidence. |
| Yeah»
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| «Worldwide respected, so give me mines or meet your deathwish»
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| «Panic» |