Panacea - Classic Lyrics

Let's get some hop to the week
This ain't for you with the sweatshop shoes It'saha
Back in the day breakdancin' Patterson Corks was for the
Yeah, high
In jail because you're fair I'ma send a ass-lick
Yo, who speak the technique that freaks beast forever?
The Pro Tools computer love letter that make you get up
C fast rapper, ass-tapping, mouse-clicking track
Get past the old baddest L bread, the old Bisha after
The vault shit contaminates the shiny shit you laminate
We cram the case to message, sound spectators thinking
Damn it's great, please that you can't sanitate
Feelings that you can't escape, faces made to damage tape
I'll terrorize the planet, wait for all who wanna bump around
I'ma move aside my cool out, Jollibee and Coogie cats who wanna bring the truth out
I do spout the wind, science underground like Zion
I'm the one for finding ways to make a musical designing
To feed enough for TD money made to feed the needy
Think up the past for all mankind like I was Dr. Leaky
Let's do a back-span and stop in spots with access
Cnd bring that hip-hop action from back then to crash
Yo, this ain't for you with the sweatshop shoes
This is a
Cll-speak
Back in the day Rick Danson battling crews to spoil the
Cll-speak
Yo, tight jeans, high-tops, gazelles, all-speak
Yeah, in jail because you fell, send a
Cll-speak
If I boo the world with the cherry curls, who under?
Cll-speak
Throw the sneaks in the after jam, master J, with the
Cll-speak
Yo, outside school, yo, I say f*ck, bring out the
Cll-speak
Yo, f*ck this pop-pop, give me that beat drop, the
Cll-speak
Yo, born for yach, back to the mirage of the lie
Post the size, rap God with the eye
Bring them back ctlantis from beneath ocean tides
For the square critic, make the sound bounce off four sides
On the door of the past, we twist the rusted doorknob
Sting the police by making sure the show's live
Still the fourth crack, coke and all that raw rap
But make sure it's fat, dope and rhymes like cause back
F*ck a beat up when I hump back and ride it well
Funky like a cannon, jump back, we giving the hell
Dick to the bottom till it rings the bell
Like OD, make it go B, for me scratch my scatter go T
Back when MC was a part of your name, the flow free was a
Put on the culture before it OD
North the chains and gold teeth, yeah, you know me
This is all so we grope free cause nothing holds me
Nah, this ain't for you with the sweatshop shoe, this is a
Cll-speak
Back in the day, Rick dancing, battling cruisers for the
Cll-speak
Tight jeans, high tops, gazelles, I wonder
Cll-speak
Uh, in jail because you fell, wonder
Cll-speak
If I ruled the world with the Jerry Crew, wonder
Cll-speak
Throw the sneaks in the air for Jam Master Jay, say
Cll-speak
Outside school yard, cyphers, regatta
Cll-speak
Yo, f*ck this pop-pop, give me that beat, drop the
Cll-speak
Play it fun for me
Everybody wanna hear the old rap sound
Play
Play what?
What?
What for me?
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Cll-speak
Cll-speak
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Play what for me?
This ain't for you with the sweatshop shoe, this is for the
Cll-speak
Yo, for all my brothers out there paying them tools I said
Cll-speak
Yo, hip-hop heads know what to do, we wonder
Cll-speak
F*ck this back shit, give me that real shit, though
Cll-speak
Yo, for your moms and your pops and all I said, though
Cll-speak
Grandma with the big-ass drawers, yo
Cll-speak
RPM got them sick-ass flows, it's like
Cll-speak