Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Panic Struck, artist - Souls Of Mischief. Album song Adrian Younge Presents: There Is Only Now, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Linear Labs
Song language: English
Panic Struck |
Panic — feeling anxiety, can’t imagine or fathom |
Why they would lie to me or leave abandoned |
Damn it — in the land of the free, we scramble to eat |
If you can’t compete you harm your family tree |
But sitting in a cell you could be sitting in hell |
Parallel universe, the world in which I dwell |
It’s the mastery of fear not the absence of fear |
Courage in the words you hear, I spit some truth in your ear |
Envision in metal rise in my extremities |
The fibrillating shock I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies |
Hyper ventilating my body chemistry faded |
We waited for Tajai but did he get eliminated? |
I hate it, I circled the block, my brain is working the pot |
I can’t say for certain or not if Tajai is hurting from shots |
Thought you swarming they was serving that scotch |
We observing the clock |
And every person that walked by is a person that watched |
All I heard was a pop, nervous system slipping to shock |
Body twisted and quickly got acquainted with the black top |
Blacked out, then my universe became white |
Whiteness, I’m surrounded by a bunch of black dots |
Now quicker than a nigga could get graced to be alive |
Four hitters hit my wiggum with them Gregory Hines |
Tryna roly poly, they dropping builders on me |
Somebody came with that swift kick that left ya homie snoring |
Uh, I can’t face the fact I don’t know where my aces at |
And I ain’t okay with that |
I’m thinking who did it and where they staying at to pay them back |
Why was they placing at, a swim we was laying back |
Them boys wasn’t playing jack, what you say to that? |
Let me state the facts, Massey missing in action |
And all we know is the disappearing niggas was blasting |
If he isn’t here in a minute and there’s no witness to admit the assassin |
caught him slipping |
We looking for that liquid plasma |
Woke up in the black truck they must’ve put in the back of |
Garage door opened and they backed up |
Something went like they got a bunch of jackals in cages |
Dropped me on the table like a fucking sack of potatoes |
Sudden attack from what looked like a rabid lab |
Turned my calf to a bloody mess and tattered rags |
They duct taped my face as we entered the place |
It’s getting cold I think we headed to the base-ment |