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talking bout the Crisco
Dummies wanna be me can't match the prince tempo
Run up on the party they gon' panic at the disco

Got this p's tryna trend me like

Putting Shame in Your Game

Beastie Boys

Hello Nasty

1998

by second and minute by minute
"It's like lotto you gotta be" "in it to win it"
Shakin' mind breakin' on their own demise
Lies tax to the max

Discophony (Dis-Kof-O-Ne)

Sweet

Cut Above the Rest

1979

brainwashed by the rhythm
Trapped inside their own escapism
In prison I don't want to be there
No I don't want to be there

Can't stand that disco music

Discophony

Sweet

Cut Above the Rest

1979

brainwashed by the rhythm
Trapped inside their own escapism
In prison I don't want to be there
No I don't want to be there

Can't stand that disco music

Lucky me I can heal me right
All I need for good feel is da plant
Critics may say that it’s bad
Critics might fuck their own ass
Panic panic panic was

to the back street and really ramped up then ride out into it, yes
Footprint days inside, they're watching, you're of their sun

We open their path we serve

(boom)

These dark thoughts don't own me but they know me too well
I've been fighting demons for years you can probably tell
Put them back in their cages

tied
They can't jam or find their own designs
So we stand to slip out under their watchful eyes
They'll be none the wiser, when we run on by em
And bust

of your own initiative, alone
In other words
You'll have to learn to master your own mind
Those who don't quickly find a way
To become their own boss

Eckhart Tolle and Rumi
To allow the universe to get this music out thru me
Uh, I’m on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These

Eckhart Tolle and Rumi
To allow the universe to get this music out thru me
Uh, I’m on my grown man shit
Every lyric that I spit man my own hand writ
These

family tree  won't grow that tall
It's like a tumbleweed blown by the Nashville Convention

They own a farm but they never come outside it's doors
One day

out on manic thoughts
This panic's got its claws in me

The shadows dancing on the wall
Playing tricks on me I always fall
For their twisted take on my

out bottle till
The pain run dry like a desert
Once the Desert Eagle ride by
What you reppin?
What you reppin my nigga, you got a weapon?
Well I got

Disco Apocalypse

Jackson Browne

Hold Out

1980

Down the side streets and the avenue
There be sisters walkin' two by two
Their dresses and their shoes are new
But their hearts are weary through

for order I'll be do or die

(chorous) 
all look at the blue 
few reach their truth 
fewer bulit their tower 
fulled by hunger too power 

all look

the neon streets
In the retro beats, our hearts find their beats

Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s, in this neon maze
Drive

I'm going blonde like I'm Sisqo she already know
In the disco like I own it
Hustle like I'm rich meet the owner
No bricks show me my opponent
I'm

never alone
Bought a bar of their own
And do boat trips for tourists in ibiza
People talk of the pair
And what happened out there
Of how mario & juliet

Cops Shot The Kid

Nas

Nasir

2018

of the brown
How in the hell the parents gon' bury their own kids
Not the other way around?
Reminds me of Emmett Till
Let's remind 'em why Kap kneels

I'm an abstract engineer, junkyard mechanic
Equipped with all the hardware and my own schematic
A radical is in here, but don't panic
Unless you got

check out the surgery third degree burning these nursery rappers trapped in their own minds version of purgatory
We try to learn em G but you know

Aiming for advances ima sign up for that escrow
Split it 80/20 now I own it all don't panic at the disco.
Dis Bip city gentrifiers rather it San Francisco

lotto you gotta be in it to win it
Shakin mind breakin on their own demise
Lies tax to the max and they'll be feelin those vibes
So tell me what you need