调：G# minor•
Verse 1
(Evidence)
a hero and a coward? There
is no difference. One time
C#
D#m
fear. It's what one per son does that
Verse 2
(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
Verse 3
That's
the croud staring
Sing a swim- time kid. What's your
first line?
(Evidence w Iriscience)
I spit hardcore. Menace to flows
Verse 4
G#m
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
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
Verse 5
(Evidence) Set your own standards. Not everybody
G#m
can do what we do
We can't do what everybody else
E
B
C#
D#m
see change you need to be the leader to
Verse 6
G#m
(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 caintance, can't catch on radar
Speak the truth yo don't
run with traitors
Equator hot. The artic cold
Verse 7
G#m
"I remember when we used to have four
B
G#m
B
C#
seasons. Now it's just like
G#m
D#
G#m
B
C#
one. One season all year long man.
Verse 8
"Push the panic button
shit it's"
"Evidence"
"I can kill it from the West Coast
to the Atlantic."
Yeah"
deathwish"
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