Rob Grant (Poons Head) - Black Panda lyrics

[Verse 1] I turn around and get told I should tone it down By the owner who's hoping now That I'm closing my open mouth But I'm holding the dopest sound To get hold of the whole amount Of the show and the older crowd Yo, behold that we sold 'em out Most of vocal bounds will get broken And poking out at the bone But they're going out on their own anyhow so Vibe with the motion Ride with the chosen one Surviving a potency test Unless he overdosing on a piracy golden-y chest Jenny's a guest. Nevertheless, let me get dressed Many potentially getting a second to reckon I'm one of the best Sexually blessed. Forgetting respect, entering bets with war vets Ready and willing to flex Settle the check and I'm getting my Corvette [Beat Shift] [Verse 2] Check, fee-fi-fo-fum Who wanna bust with the chosen one? Rolling a blunt with a broken lung Holding a tongue till the show begun With two thumbs Tu- turning them up coz your boy, he ain't got no style with it. Who got the regular flow? Turning the potency temperature high with it So fly with it Ni- ninety percent of the time each night Finding a way to supply my desire Getting up late to go fly my kite It's Ginie, right? Nah, nah, nah, no, no wait, I forgot - it's Gina! Usually only rhyme in a time and a place and a sequence of threes Uh, what's that? Rap rapidly, distract and detach Actual facts mean jack. Canopy retract and relax Who down with Malawi golden ounces in the bag? Got your new sound and Jumanji blowing outwards in the dash It's that Africa. Tragic that we will get branded with all of these tags and uh Cannibalism is bad Gaggle of geese end up deep in a pan And that's all grand, and that's all sweet Raise your hands before we speak Give me the delicacies Get in your head like a telekinesis [Outro] W-W-W-W-What Yeah yeah V-v-voila Speak up, speak up, speak up, speak up Yeah yeah, ah Speak up, speak up, speak up, speak up It's Koi Child, black panda Boy!