Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Panic, artist - Dilated Peoples.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Panic |
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, your 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 grouseme |
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 |
(Iriscience) |
Uh-oh. |
You feel that? |
That’s the croud staring |
That’s the spotlights that shine that damn near blind |
Sing a 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 game |
Used to sit up in the shadows and rebel against fame |
Until my peep worded me up. |
Might have the mightest 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 |
(Evidence) |
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 |
(Evidence) |
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 cadence, 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» |
«Evidence» |
«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» |
«Panic» |