Ant - Panic Attack (The P.A.) lyrics

[Sample: Bill Cosby] See, they could try to trick you, couldn't they? Here's something for you, make you really feel good [Verse 1: Slug] Little momma got a little pill to swallow A little water to follow it down the tunnel Gotta lotta walls but the house is hollow Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel Panic attack, so what's the plan of attack? You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to react You battle with your shadow from front to back Stack up the stats. Handle the math, and that'll be that Hold your head up. I know your fed up But don't let it get up to the top of them steps love Instead of playin' with the pieces that got messed up Get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the best buzz Self-medicated, spirit on elevated Help take the self-made self-hate and celebrate it And I could tell you hated it when you felt naked But the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell they made it? And if the dizzy don't k** you, the city will Simply for the thrill of wiping up a sticky spill Little tricky get busy off a fifty bill So take the little pill straight to your pretty grill [Hook: Slug] Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack. (x8) So what you drinking? So what you popping? So what you eating? So what you dropping? So what you smoking? So what you sniffing? So how you coping? So what's the difference? [Verse 2: Slug] Contagious, it runs like the paint does Sedate the sober and over anxious The pages of pain that make the songs on the playlist The renegade rain that jumped just to flood the basements Look honey everybody needs a helper buddy Nobody's drug-free, the streets would be hella bloody Do you call yourself a patient or a junkie? The only thing that separates is who takes your money I'll smile like we're gonna go buck wild Order up a shot, prescription filled up now Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush while We fight all night about what to name the love child I'm on that go nuts life that got that gold touch Fresh Fly Wild, Bold what like the Cold Crush No luck, don't hold much, just an old flush Made up of hearts Queen high off the faux-blush Freak outs, leak out, and bleed out, and speak out And reroute and seek out the weak crowd And we doubt, but when I see it keep out The beast I'll believe for now, it's all "peace, I gotta be out." [Hook] [Sound clips of advertisements and quotes over beat]