, there's no time All for none, none for one, two, three, four March of the dogs to a beat of disillusion Sworn under God, breeding panic and confusion
time I got to spend Hit more skins, back up in her pussy Up in the back, I gotta let off a few more nuts I'm starting to panic, I'm starting to sweat
help me fly around the planet Touch the Microphone device, whole countries get flattened Saving damsels in distress so young girls don't panic Putting
ll pedal my tricycle through the f-5 logistics of a twister Soaked in the religions of a nit-picker Chorus If I botched the operation I apologize (sorry) The air's rooted
what are you embracing? [Cole Wallace:] The roots of the ground live in blood as we speak [x2] I can sense the rhythm and its time to panic.
That's a record I kick it root down I put my root down I kick it root down I put my root down So are we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down Are you
love fi spend money but she rather spend time And if mi gone fi ten minutes, then she call me ten time If mi nuh pick up then she panic Then she panic
the bullshit and let the energy flow Put some roots down turn out the damn show blast from the center making footsteps make a crowd panic like a fucking
love fi spend money but she rather spend time And if mi gone fi ten minutes, then she call me ten time If mi nuh pick up then she panic then she panic
give him a pound I kick it root down, I put my root down I kick it root down, I put my root down So how you wanna kick it, gonna kick it root down Yes
to the rhythm Make love to the rhythm, clean up to the rhythm When you movin' you come alive And when ya grooving in rhythm we survive So don't panic, don't panic
(Lyrics : Chris Palengat) Gang rape victims your suffer from an emotional trauma Inwardly possessed with panic Terrorized now you?re neurotically seized
Double connect pinched caught you slippin' instantly You was a prisoner, they plottin' on your seeds Souls Of Mischief is different, we operate on thieves they panic
the ground There is the fruit... The panic theatre is like a tree Who grows in the darkness To meet the bright fruit The panic theatre has no limits... The panic
Music by F. Frynojewski and V. Frerich] On barren wastelands, the distress lies uncovered Discrepancy between the factions called for collapse The root
got to spend Hit more skins Back up in her pussy Up in the back I gotta let off A few more nuts I'm starting to panic I'm starting to sweat 'Cause I
money but she rather spend time And if mi gone fi ten minute, She call me ten time If mi nuh pick up then she panic Then she call mi friend line Cause
how it flow so fly like an eagle No sequels no weed but I get love from all the thugs cause they still my people I'm dynamic punks panic when they see