Chris Grindz - Panic Meter! 2 lyrics

[Hook] They done f**ed up and let me on the loose Feel like Pac with that pistol, boy I got the juice Fire flame spitter b**h, don't get barbecued I know you scared right, this Panic Meter! 2 Panic Meter! 2, I see yo panic meter too! [Verse 1] Back to reality, resurrection It's no question that I've been questing Guessing I should keep perfecting This rap sh** I'm doing and make it profession Artistic sketching, catching these blessings But still unable to make a connection In fear of rejection, cause I got so many styles That I get lost inside my collection Now time for inspection, you got a suggestion I got no direction & thoughts so complex in My mind, my mind just can't agree On an idea when one's up for election What are you expecting, what are you suspecting Songs about twat doing squats on erections Or how I spent time in department corrections Money Drugs what, what the f**'s your obsession I'm the exception, got objection You should be accepting the fact That I'm real when I rap and I'm ill on a track Or any other time that requires a MC's flexing And I'm addressing those un-impressing Who have this impression That there the best in the game When it's simple and plain that everything changes Life is only succession, Lesson! [Hook] They done f**ed up and let me on the loose Feel like Pac with that pistol, boy I got the juice Fire flame spitter b**h, don't get barbecued I know you scared right, this Panic Meter! 2 [Verse 2] Rap n***as these rap n***as Thank God for these rap n***as Most of y'all are light snack n***as That's the facts n***a, read the back n***a Junk bars, yo flow ain't worth a junk car Don't make me take yo garbage a** out To the junk yard, boy I go stupid dumb hard No work out I drop dumb bars, ring bells I got the flow and you'll see shells Cause life's a muhf**ing beach whale f** with me, you won't breath well The sh** I spit make ya need scales And after I'm done dropping bars All you muhf**ers gone need bail St. Louis we bring hell, no need to go into detail But we'll hit you up till you're inbox And you'll never check that damn email "Great Gatsby" No Leonardo, who's the retardo Who thought he had bars though? I stick to the bar code, I sense sh** like a scanner And b**h I ain't really buying them bars bro Price check, n***a I bet You're off brand with ya off brand a** Biting my lines, should be a crime Get in a book and please stay out of mine Cause I'm on the grind, Hadokens are fine I'm more Akuma with mine You can get instant murdered Guilty as charged is the verdict I'm k**ing this sh** and I know that you heard it [Hook] They done f**ed up and let me on the loose Feel like Pac with that pistol, boy I got the juice Fire flame spitter b**h, don't get barbecued I know you scared right, this Panic Meter! 2