Boots - Panther Like a Panther (Miracle Mix) lyrics

[Intro: El-P] I'll flood the speakers with heat seakers And keep sneakers cleaner than nunnery p**y evening of Easter I'll leave my prints on her keester, I s** the clit and release it if it will please her I'll kneel to her, best believe make a meal of her... Thank you *Snapping* (Yes, yes, brilliant) [Verse 1: El-P] Told the preacher I love her, he said that God was a lover I said if he really loves her then he would love that we're lovers I walk around in a bubble, a f**ing scoundrel in trouble In every town, make a rumble, the venue ground into rubble Give me a ten, and I'll double, I'll split your face like some aces I got a fragrance I'm wearing called, "I will sh** on you basics." The money wants me to have it, I have a hunger for data I'm crunching numbers and crack unbreakable safes while I'm at it I'm doing more than just rapping you have to grant me that dap When you around where I'm at just know that it is not where you at I'm not on your map, I'm a mystery to you captains of industry If the 'matic is missing me automatic, it's victory Hey! [Hook: Trina w/ El-P & k**er Mike] I'm the sh** Looking at the money like it's mine to get I'm the sh** b**h Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist I'm the sh** We looking at the money like it's ours to get I'm the sh** b**h Everybody live throw the pistol and fist [Verse 2: k**er Mike] We the grimy and gritty, made it the Grammy committees Got told that we spit it too vicious and would never see victory And I refuse to play humble as though my dick itty bitty I got banana dick, your b**h go apesh** if she hit it Meanwhile, you're too nervous, pervis, that's why you never get service And me, I caught the preacher's wife workin' 'fore Sunday service I put my hand up her skirt and then we prayed for purpose I baptized her in Jesus name, left her shakin' and squirtin' Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school and did that sh** there on purpose See, I'm a pervert with purpose that make you question your purpose Run the Jewels'll arrive at arenas, bunch of blood thirsty hyenas To get revenge on the kingdoms that k**ed the dreams of the dreamers Drank alcohol for the demons, sip lean with all of the schemers You see he groove with the people, move with the mind of a genius You see, he workin' the angles so he ain't never an angel They wanna get you to hang him, well give them f**ers a finger [Hook: Trina w/ El-P & k**er Mike] I'm the sh** Looking at the money like it's mine to get I'm the sh** b**h Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist I'm the sh** We looking at the money like it's ours to get I'm the sh** b**h Everybody live throw the pistol and fist [Verse 3: El-P] Welcome to f**youpalooze, we bruisin' any who movin' Who wanna stan' for these douches, you raise a hand and you lose it I hold the door for old ladies, run into fires and save babies I went to school in the eighties, taking the train with the crazies New York, New York is the mothership where I used to smoke dust and sh** Now, I'm crop dustin' f**ers, s** it up and you'll love the sh** No more games, I'm above the sh**, bu*ter me up for nothing I'm taking all of your ducats 'cause I can call when you're bluffing [Verse 4: k**er Mike] Who thought the son of Denise would be the leader of people? When he was your house at Morehouse, slangin' pounds of the reefer Sat with potential presidents and said the p should be legal as reparations For what this nation has done to my people I'm a pervert, a poet, I ain't a saint, and I know it Been a crook and cooked the books but never shorted no who*es Promoters comp me the Moet, I'm the man and I know it I'm the sh**, b**h, tell me, how could I not show it? [Hook: Trina w/ El-P & k**er Mike] I'm the sh** Looking at the money like it's mine to get I'm the sh** b**h Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist I'm the sh** We looking at the money like it's ours to get I'm the sh** b**h Everybody live throw the pistol and fist I'm the sh**