Wishing and waiting for you to come home Kaleidoscope eyes Sparkle at the world My emerald city, downtown girl In the sickness of you I'm just a white blood cell
tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty Don't panic take one more
in the crib and write my raps up in the room Trying to chase a dream Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines Fresh from a jail cell, greasier
ain't nothin without the funky rhyme sayer Kool G. Rap, cause to the little I'm an idol Attackin the vital parts to maintain my title The suckers panic
on a mission Right back at you,ready to cook this shit! Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone statues(planes crashin!) Verse Two: Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell
'cause it is comin' You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes Just push the panic button
sun is beatin on my head as i'm livin my horror dream Up-chucked a couple times then i finally took aim A man is chattin on his cell phone, i spattered
closin' in Raised in Hell, waitin' for angels like Rafael Comin' from space to trace, they race Thrown in jail cells I had a purpose since The sperm cell
inside yourself, that be the first head you take It's better off you dyin' in a pit full of snakes Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes Organic, saw panic
in my cell crying hells blind but I hope I make it through this jail time trying to stay focus but I heard they mad me panic before I guess thats what
vise Squeezing to death the very soul Of a man born to die in this hell Hostile impact slices through The collective conscious hope Grudges can't overcome the panic
More than once we've closed our eyes to science and its flaws Ghastly research carries on locked behind a door While cancer cells still breed like roaches
the pounding walls of fear beating, pulsing in my head rising and descending like ritual panic my entire being becomes engulfed, encircled in a never
void in my life make it right How your father call the police, have your mama put in the jail When the arguments always started and ended up in a cell
go No matter what shortie [Verse 2:] You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it I'm showed to be jail til 2027 Rather see me in the cell then Instead
for your little cause Pole position, my verbal contact no life support We'll maintain position, lift off to ignition Frequency feedback provide ammunition The brain cells panic
of the engine's stream the engine's stream In a murderous heat I wake up Afraid I realize the train won't stop I'm sceared - my panic rises more and
you best to believe Duke snitched under the hot light, like steady people Wit a vote than a Clinton, Rum and me Him in cell 2, and me in cell 3 Now some
