Shock the World Freestyle by Majik Panda Lyrics
[Verse 1: Majik Panda)
Two colors yeah the flow is Automatik
It's black and white, the panda ain't monochromatic
No static, a savage on the mic, I wreak havoc or damage upon 'em
Meaning I ravage 'em up, leaving the bandages on 'em
They in the back of a black, Acura truck and they stuck
In traffic, I'm laughing not giving a fuck - Yup
The Hans Landa of rap, I bring it sans drama, in fact
I'm bringing every blond bomber intact
Don't hit switches ain't no reloading clips, there ain't no kilo to ditch
Cee Lo with Lilo & Stitch, that's how I spend a Saturday
They gettin' sadder today
Heard the panda murdered they homie so they tatter'ed they face
I splatter the blood - a matter of taste, I give them lyrical death
They get it quick, it's a matter of haste
They sittin' up at the gym, I'm sittin' back at the crib
Smoking a Backwood, how backwards it is
It's sac-religious, the panda with his accurateness
My flow is Tom Brady, ladies know the flack that I get
The fact that I get so high on psilocybin, I'm riding
To outer space yeah I'm gliding where the fuck is the pilot?
In a snow flurry I moderate my body rate moderately
In no hurry I got your daughter with me
Smokin' on endo her and friend tho
We chilling out in the snow then we smoking it indoors
You know, this shits a turtle race homie I got that turtle pace
Show me another rapper that's lookin like Lisa Turtle's face
So adorable I eat 'em for breakfast, he had a watch
Two rings and a phony blue necklace
They told me I'm wreckless like 'Panda you should focus on your records'
Go focus on your fucking text message, get the message
I only do me yes the panda only do he, do him not you, no
Hee-hee I get it in, yes
I'm on the next level Breitling baguette bezel
Bike pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle blood
Two colors yeah the flow is Automatik
It's black and white, the panda ain't monochromatic
No static, a savage on the mic, I wreak havoc or damage upon 'em
Meaning I ravage 'em up, leaving the bandages on 'em
They in the back of a black, Acura truck and they stuck
In traffic, I'm laughing not giving a fuck - Yup
The Hans Landa of rap, I bring it sans drama, in fact
I'm bringing every blond bomber intact
Don't hit switches ain't no reloading clips, there ain't no kilo to ditch
Cee Lo with Lilo & Stitch, that's how I spend a Saturday
They gettin' sadder today
Heard the panda murdered they homie so they tatter'ed they face
I splatter the blood - a matter of taste, I give them lyrical death
They get it quick, it's a matter of haste
They sittin' up at the gym, I'm sittin' back at the crib
Smoking a Backwood, how backwards it is
It's sac-religious, the panda with his accurateness
My flow is Tom Brady, ladies know the flack that I get
The fact that I get so high on psilocybin, I'm riding
To outer space yeah I'm gliding where the fuck is the pilot?
In a snow flurry I moderate my body rate moderately
In no hurry I got your daughter with me
Smokin' on endo her and friend tho
We chilling out in the snow then we smoking it indoors
You know, this shits a turtle race homie I got that turtle pace
Show me another rapper that's lookin like Lisa Turtle's face
So adorable I eat 'em for breakfast, he had a watch
Two rings and a phony blue necklace
They told me I'm wreckless like 'Panda you should focus on your records'
Go focus on your fucking text message, get the message
I only do me yes the panda only do he, do him not you, no
Hee-hee I get it in, yes
I'm on the next level Breitling baguette bezel
Bike pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle blood