Lyrics
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Fuck it I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack
So I'm going to murder a track 
Fuck it the boss is back
Burning a stack 
In front of you wack 
I'm going to attack 
I'm gonna sack 
This is my knack
I'm in my bag 

Yeah I know you've been sad
Yeah you know I've been mad
Staying on the time line 
Hitting them with a rhyme crime
Talk all you want 
But this times mine
I will do what I must 
Then I grip the gat and bust bah
Confused and concussed
I left you in the dust 
Rowdy and I'm rough
Your talking like you're tough
I can see through your bluff
Saying that your working but you ain't done enough 
Done enough

Fuck it I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack
So I'm going to murder a track 
Fuck it the boss is back
Burning a stack 
In front of you wack 
I'm going to attack 
I'm gonna sack 
This is my knack
I'm in my bag

In my bag in my bag in my bag 
Tying to imitate but bitch you lag
Toe tag toe tag toe tag 
boy you'll be leaving in a body bag 
I gotta find the time to feel
From the jump mentally ill
Taking a test what's the pill
Talk is cheap what's the deal
Honestly why would I listen to someone like you when you are just not real 

Fuck it I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack
So I'm going to murder a track 
Fuck it the boss is back
Burning a stack 
In front of you wack 
I'm going to attack 
I'm gonna sack 
This is my knack
I'm in my bag


Fuck it I feel like I'm about to have a panic attack
So I'm going to murder a track 
Fuck it the boss is back
Burning a stack 
In front of you wack 
I'm going to attack 
I'm gonna sack 
This is my knack
I'm in my bag

10 4 Panic Attack

[VERSE I: Wetto]

motherfuck that set you claim
you know it's cut throat from the grey
hoe stay the fuck away
glock tucked on my side
pull up like i'm AAA
any motherfucking time
any motherfucking day
demons all around me and they begging for a fucking taste
same shit
different day
playing with the K
northside
eastern bloc
where the fuck i stay
still up creeping in the cut
remain sick as fuck
pop a addy off the fent
feel too good to duck
breaking bad
i been rolling with the devil lately
have you ever seen a demon pull up in a new mercedes?
most hated
underrated
you know grey the clique
walking straight to hell and clear the motherfucking pit
better stay away
better stay away
stay the fuck away
stay the fuck away
i just popped a perc
i just popped a xan
see this bag of dope?
that's a hundred grand
sell a bitch some hope
fuck her hit the dash
looking for some love?
holler at ya mans
for that heroin ima dog
slicky pavlov
yeah you know it's personal when the mask off
leave his body on display like it's half off
scammed the game
call me bernie wetto madoff
glock out
cock out
tell the world suck my dick
sam wetto hyde cuz i always get away with it
three fingers high
59 what the fuck it is
three fingers high bitch im grey til the fucking end

[VERSE II: Blanco Leopardo]

blanco never shootin' blanks
got one in the chamber with yo name on it
blanco pulling rank
captain of the grey 
stay flauntin' in a fucking tank
east bank
got my blade sharpened
cut, slice, or shank
either way ima flay my target
why all these opps on my block, huh?
pull out the chop like a mop, bruh
street sweeping like its mardi gras
litter up the streets with a buncha bloody body parts
swangin' on them 30s
got them 30s in my glove box
cops pull me over
they about to get they mug popped
cherry lemonade type of stain 
pull off in the rain
spilt his fucking brain like a bitch who loves to chug cock
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
leave me the fuck alone
grey steppin'
im reppin' the *59
all of my potnahs my lifeline
30 deep
33 years i could keep
if i stop with these 30s, im cleared for the week
gang with me
whole gang with me 
i got no fear in these streets
bang semi autos while im hanging out the fucking jeep
never sleep
tweakin' off the rock
blanco plays for keeps
real life drug addict
come downs always fucking steep
never sleep
i know that the reaper waiting for me
i know that he patient
i see his reflection when im pouring up
codeine in a cup 
double it up
now im snoring
i might not wake up
uzi tucked next to my 40
southside of the lake
yeah im always 7th warding
all these pills i take em, bitch 
there aint no fucking hoarding
i got two phones
shawty try and hit me on my other line
shawty lookin fine
gonna call her back another time
dollar signs on my fucking mind
while i break her spine
pulled out just in time
i cant let her have my fucking slime

YIN YANG TAPES: Fall Season (1989-1990)

whatwhat

WHATWHAT

via crucis

whiskey 4 the holy ghost

reborn

ugly sunday

Lyrics:
Feels like I'm stuck in a long day Where I can't walk anyway, but the wrong way
I don't got time, you tell me that it's okay You don't even listen to my wordplay
Climbing to the top, but I cannot stay I break the fake, so we cannot play
Thoughts are possessing my mind, so I cannot lay Be proud of me, that I have come a long way

Feels like I'm stuck in a long day Where I can't walk anyway, but the wrong way
I don't got time, you tell me that it's okay You don't even listen to my wordplay
Climbing to the top, but I cannot stay I break the fake, so we cannot play
Thoughts are possessing my mind, so I cannot lay Be proud of me, that I have come a long way

If there's a long day, then there's a long night Feelin' like the dark knight, could ever
Be a white knight Never gonna argue over perception of light
Cause I'm too busy blowin' up like I am dynamite I was walkin' down my path, now I'm runnin
Really fast I'm gonna hit the dash they do anything for
Ass That's why their legacy will never last
Too busy gettin' cash, can't take it with you, it will never last

If there's a long day, then there's a long night Feelin' like the dark knight, could ever
Be a white knight Never gonna argue over perception of light
Cause I'm too busy blowin' up like I am dynamite I was walkin' down my path, now I'm runnin
Really fast I'm gonna hit the dash they do anything for
Ass That's why their legacy will never last
Too busy gettin' cash, can't take it with you, it will never last

Long day

lyrics:

big ass gun and a big ass beer
On my wall got a big ass deer
On my wall got a big ass buck
And out front got a big ass truck

In the yard 
I just shot a big ass boar
Might have a whole 6 pack by four 
Send all the immigrants right back home 
That’s the American way I know 

That’s the American way my dude 
I think Jesus Christ would approve 
Let’s put billionaires in the office we didn’t vote for, they’re so cool

My favorite show is the news 
But I hate them I don’t know what to do
I got a red hat on they made in china
I hate Asians too 

I just drank a 12 pack of Pabst 
And washed it down with a bottle of Jack 

I got a German shorthair pointer
If I say so he will attack 

All I listen to is country music
I hate hippity hop and rap

That’s the American way 
That’s the American way 
Eat that barbecue and jambalaya soup
have a heart attack any day (x2)

get that lib shit outta face 
i go to church but i don’t learn nothing 
they wanna turn our kids into gays 

god up there must have made a mistake 
i’m pro life unless you’re already living 
i think that women should keep the baby if they get r*ped 

because i love god so much
with all my heart 
take a family trip to Walmart
let’s all pile inside the Chevrolet
i hope every muslim incinerates 
i think police should discriminate 
hot dog’s and ketchup my dinner plate 
tastes great

THAT'S THE AMERICAN WAY! (PROD. WENDIGO)

YEAH
HE TALKIN’ SWEET LIKE A CAVITY
TALKIN’ SHIT IT COULD GO DOWN LIKE GRAVITY
STEPPIN’ TO ME THAT’S A FANTASY
I AM A LIVING CALAMITY
I’M GRADUALLY LOSING MY SANITY
I WENT FROM GANJA TO FLIPPING PROFANITY
THEY PROFIT OFF ALL OUR DEPRAVITY
THAT’S THE REALITY

WHIP AN F-150 NOT A CAR
PICKING UP AN UGLY BITCH
AT THE BAR
ON THE PORCH
STRING BROKE ON MY GUITAR
BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD 
BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (x4)

I QUIT SMOKING EXCEPT FOR THE BEATS THAT I RAP ON 
GREEN LIKE BROCCOLI 
I KEEP IT GOING FOREVER NO MATTER THE WEATHER BITCH THERE AIN’T NO STOPPING ME 
THEY WANNA TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING WE OWN LIKE IT’S A GAME OF MONOPOLY 
I TURN A FED TO AN EARTHWORM
BURY HIM DEEP IN THE DIRT ON MY PROPERTY 
THE ONLY GRILL THAT I GOT IS A FOREMAN 
I KEEP ME A SMITH LIKE A MORMON 
I TOOK A SIP OF THE MOONSHINE 
SPINNING LIKE I WAS A STORM THAT’S FORMING 
KNOCKING SHIT OVER LIKE HURRICANE 
YOU SHOULDN’T SLEEP ON ME LIKE POLYURETHANE 
I COULD DO THIS FOREVER LIKE PLASTIC 
I MAKE IT STRIKE LIKE THE TIP OF A MATCHSTICK
TALKING LIKE ARISTOTLE WHEN I RAP
A PHILOSOPHER GREATER THAN PLATO 
THROWING TOMATOES AT ME IMMA DO YOU LIKE NATO
HIT YOU WITH A MISSILE TURN YOU INTO PLAY-DO
POP HIM HE WADDLE LIKE DONALD
I AIN’T TALKING RONALD I’M TALKING THE DUCK 
AND SPEAKING OF DUCKS YOU BUGGING LIKE DAFFY
I STRETCH YOU LIKE TAFFY 
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK

I JUST BLEW UP A CYBER TRUCK
I JUST BUTT FUCKED ELON MUSK 
INDIAN BOY SO YOU KNOW MY BITCH 
TOLD ME MY DICK LOOK JUST LIKE A ELEPHANT TUSK
I’M PLAYING MARIO BROS WITH ZUCK 
I LEAVE A DEVIL WITH WINGS A HALO
I JUST SHOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE 
AND SENT A .5 TO JEFF BEZOS

BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (X4)

NOTHING IS PUNK 
BESIDES MAYBE SELF IMMOLATING LIKE A MONK 
I KEEP A STICK LIKE A TRUNK DO 
FUCK JOE BIDEN AND PRESIDENT TRUMP TOO
AS LONG AS 12 GOT A GUN I GOT ONE TOO
THINKING BOUT PICKING UP KUNG FU 
“TO KNOW YOUR ENEMY YOU MUST BECOME THEM”
THAT WAS A QUOTE BY SUN TZU
STACKING PAPER LIKE A BOOKSTORE 
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO READ BOOKS FOR?
I GET ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM THE INTERNET
I FIND WHATEVER I LOOK FOR
I BELIEVE WHATEVER I SEE
AND I CANNOT EAT ANYTHING SPICY 
I’M AN ILLITERATE VILLAGE IDIOT I CAN’T EVEN READ MY OWN ID
PACKING THAT DIP IN MY LIP
LIKE MY DICK IN A BITCH
I AIN’T TALKING MY SISTER
WALKING AROUND IN THEM ALLIGATOR SKIN BOOTS
JUST GAVE ME A BLISTER
I DON’T GOT A ROLEX
SHOOTING THAT PISTOL WITH ONE HAND MAKING MY WRIST HURT 
I AIN’T A TALKER
IF HE WANNA CHIT CHAT
HE CAN GO SPEAK TO MY FIST FIRST 

I JUST BLEW UP A CYBER TRUCK
I JUST BUTT FUCKED ELON MUSK 
INDIAN BOY SO YOU KNOW MY BITCH 
TOLD ME MY DICK LOOK JUST LIKE A ELEPHANT TUSK
I’M PLAYING MARIO BROS WITH ZUCK 
I LEAVE A DEVIL WITH WINGS A HALO
I JUST SHOT UP THE AMAZON WAREHOUSE 
AND SENT A .5 TO JEFF BEZOS

BITCH YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK OUT THE YARD (X4)

you best get from round here dressin’ like that
we don’t call the police around these parts


GET OUT OF MY YARD (PROD. WENDIGO)

announcer:
ladies and gentlemen of our nation
please join me in welcoming
the president of the united states of america!

people:
oh my fucking god
i love you mr. president
yeah we love you!

mr. president:
hahaha. how you guys doing?

people:
this is the best day of my life
yeah! woo hoo! yeehaw!

mr. president:
hahaha.you’re too kind everybody! you’re too kind


TO BE THE BOSS YEAH YOU GOTTA PAY THE COST 
PUT YOUR HANDS UP 
LIKE YOU GETTING STOPPED BY THE COPS 
FUCK A NAZI 
MY CHOPPA HIT EM RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES 
THEY TURN US ON EACH OTHER 
IT’S YO BROTHER YOU DESPISE 
KANYE WEST CAN SUCK MY DICK UNTIL HE DIES
I’M ON A MISSION TO MURDER CORRUPT POLITICIANS
NOBODY WANNA LISTEN TOO BUSY ARGUING BITCHING 
AND DISSING ONE OTHER TO MAKE A NOTICEABLE DIFFERENCE 
YOU WANNA GET RICH? PAY THE PRICE (YESSIR)
YO TWEET GOT 100 THOUSAND LIKES (YESSIR)
ABOUT HOW WE SHOULD SEPARATE BLACKS AND THE WHITES (YESSIR)
THEY WANT US SEPARATED WE CAN NEVER FIGHT (YESSIR)

RIGHT LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT (YES SIR) 
GOT THE OPPOSITION STARING DOWN THE PIPE (YES SIR) 
TELL ME ARE YOU MAGGOTS AND MICE (NO SIR)
WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR LIFE (SIR YES SIR)
FOR THE BILLIONAIRE ON A YACHT (YES SIR)
FOR THE POLITICIAN AT THE TOP (YES SIR)
FOR PEACE AND JUSTICE ABROAD (NO SIR)
I AM YOUR GOD (SIR YES SIR)
TO BE THE BOSS YEAH YOU GOTTA BRAINWASH AND TORTURE
PULL UP WITH BARS MADE OF NAPALM AND TORCH YA
ENFORCE MY LAWS WITH BOMBS 
AND KILL COMMUNISTS FOR STARTING IT 
I TEAR EM APART
ADD A STAR TO THE FLAG 
YOU CAN DIE IF YOU A FAG OR BROWN COLORED 
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT NO OTHER THAN MONEY
IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY IN SPACE
I WILL ESCAPE IF NEED BE
I LEAVE YOU LIVIN’ IN FECES 
KNEE DEEP BITCH
TAKE FROM THE POOR AND MAKE THE RICH
MORE LIT
THERE AIN’T NO HOPE FOR YOUR GENERATION GO SLIT YO WRISTS
I’LL BUY UP EVERY SINGLE HOUSE AND PRODUCE THE FOOD 
SO IF YOU HUNGRY AND SICK YOU CAN LICK THE BRICKS
WE GOT PLENTY OF FUNDS FOR WEAPONS 
BUT NONE FOR BOOKS OR HEALTH CARE, I BUY GUNS
GIVE PRAISE TO THE WHITE BLUE AND THE RED
I’M ALWAYS EATING GOOD THAT’S WHY THEY CALL ME “THE FED”


10 4 Panic Attack

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