Push the Panic Button!!!

Lyrics

[Intro: Kwamé + Curt D.I.S.S.] Ayo Curt, I just can't seem to find the words for it Yo, tell 'em how it really goes Yo, break out the paraphernalia, posse up Rally up the troops, can't let 'em regroup The master plan to overthrow the empire is effective immediately This is Curt D.I.S.S., inviting you to the elements My brothers, it's time to raise hell again Push the panic button Yo, I couldn't have said it no better [Verse 1] I like to flow, that's what I do with the tempo The end to the intro, the Kwam begins so Smooth, so push the panic button Act like a frantic nut in a nuthouse Putting dance steps together, moving helter skelter Run and find shelter, mmm, I felt a Sudden rush, when my beat began And God forbid if I had no pen Because without a pen, I'd be without a sen- Sational verse, to turn it out again So go and find cover, hurry, vision's blurry Come fury, blinded by the worry Of a phantom about to strike but you don't know when It could be any time, to hell with slowing your pace You jet, you know that we huntin' Push the panic button ("Everybody over there") *scratched* [Verse 2] Push the panic button, yo, they panickin' Stiff, a still-like pose, make like a mannequin A store display, displaying rhymes you wrote At times you spoke too harsh and you broke Got wind to your friend, come again, try battling Like a champion, I'll stomp you in the ground, you can't be in the round G-Force, give 'em hysteria His story is, he ain't a worrier Awesome, collection of power, perfection, a tower A section of cowards—now what? I'm going you're your jugular vein, you struggle in vain Your bloody body remain So let me expose that most in close Could never write the rhymes they say With those accusations, I'm proving black, you face and moving audience With your freestyle, you're in jeopardy Jet or be slapped with a penalty—come try to handle me Man, look—I'm the type of brother that don't get whipped By a pussy or punk who say 'spunk' expecting to jump In a ring, and label me chump? Think twice I you're your mic hepatitis, step the slightest, step aside this Lips get arthritis, brother, you might as well ("Everybody over there") Push the panic button ("Everybody over there") *scratched* [Verse 3] Brain waves'll spark my words that excite the mind Re-write the words that fit then I write the rhyme Make sure it's properly fitted, not sloppily spitted Out on the mic, it's got to be knitted In patterns that please the eardrum The pressure is on to maintain the status and progress Unless it gets done, a worry, scurry, hurry, scuffle I don't succeed, I'm lost in the shuffle So let me use grab the mic and use the cord as a lasso To snag, bound, tie unwitty assholes Executioner, exit, 'cause you shouldn't have flexed them words at me Now who's gonna be your back when we attack? You flee in pack, so then we subtract Another sucker MC from the top of the list I mop you with this, full of terror, gots to insist You better stop while you have a chance, I'm gonna avalanche You'll call the ambulance, 'cause I'ma hanve his hands So he don't write no more, so bite the floor And scream "bloody murder," tonight, I'm your Worst horror, scope tomorrow Hope I don't come again, don't even borrow Dope lyrics from another brother, I hope you're Aware to the fact a lot of kids are dope, the Kwam is doper Push the panic button ("Everybody over there") *scratched* ("Keep on…")