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Nine in the Afternoon (Panic at the Disco) · Strung out on Panic! At the Disco: A String Quartet Tribute (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Not Disco: Post Punk, Electro & Leftfield Disco Classics 1974-1986 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Disco Deutschland Disco: Disco, Funk & Philly Anthems (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Dog Day Afternoon: Live in the USA (Slaughter & the Dogs) · Panic (MxPx) · Panic On (Madder Rose) · Panic Prevention (Jamie T.) · Don't Panic (Coldplay) · Panic (Panic) – and 90 other albums »


a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not as brightly lit
Discos don't open till after dark
And it ain't till twelve till the party really starts
And I always had to be home by ten
Right before the fun was about
Man lives
In a sun lit world
Of what he believes to be reality
But
There is unseen by most
An underworld that is just as real
But not
to you.
The scapegoat is chosen and hunted among delusions of the few.

Panic bleeds into the brain, a high pitch from the sky.
Gripped by the instinct
Yo, Kane, let's get 'em
I'm talking blackout
Put lives to a name, fuck a tapout
All in together, we gon' wipe 'em
Wax in revenge mode, time for
panic

Never judge a book by the cover
'Cause I''m the other brother word to mother 
I'm sought by the hunter
Raised in the projects cashing checks
the feelings of depression and sadness

Good afternoon
We're reporting live in the streets of the Bronx today
chronicling a deadly epidemic sweeping
at night

Discos don't open till after dark
And it ain't till twelve till the party really starts
And I always had to be home by ten
Right before
Yo, Kane, let's get 'em
I'm talking blackout
Put lives to a name, fuck a tapout
All in together, we gon' wipe 'em
Wax in revenge mode, time for some
shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, Glocks I
and cocaine in hands of kids
Why niggas die young in this life we live
Just a young nigga hustle on the block fo cake
Bring yo crew and you kiss yo mama
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac and fries
Trap nines in the thighs, symbolize real lives
Instill a rocket fuck from the inside
And the wolves yelled (oww) with 6 x 9's rockin

I remember the doors, I remember live aid
And I remember every year jerry lewis god paid

I remember shit live
fishtale baggin rocks
Now give me Bill Gates money
A little strait money
Big or small faces its been in all places
I was schooled by them older guys
(Lord Infamous)
You got thugs on ya spot,
Fresh out the box,
The crowd so live,
They comin' in flocks

(All)
'cause, it's big business, it big
to plannin missions damn near shittin in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
from the niggaz I don't got Scarface nigga I feel ya
By
Never snitch, never send a nigga to jail
I'd rather find him by a boat doing the dead man's float
We gangsters, real gangsters B
Gun in the green room up
name
Of the man they call the Master Gee.
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
I'm goin' down in
name
Of the man they call the Master Gee.
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
I'm goin' down in
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
were dragged up in public school
Who dream up the rhythms that she dances in the disco to
They all surround her and yes her to death
With their hands
name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm going down in history
As the baddest rapper there could ever be
Now
name
Of the man they call the Master Gee.
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls.
I'm goin' down in