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johnny panic - suckerpunch lyrics

[verse 1]
got the soul of an old man if it can exist
i don’t hold hands if we’re gonna talk politics
part of the prophecy that they’re pushing, it probably sticks
inside the minds of cops and proletarian terrorists
i been novatore-in’ doors in where capitals empowered
go to get the smell of gunsmoke out inside a shower
i can’t relate to these cowards, just sitting back
give applause if you can rob ’em and escape through the cracks
patience ain’t my virtue, what the virtuous are sayin’
makes me wonder if it’d hurt to turn away from what they’re savin’
thats a hard p-ss, i don’t wanna be famous
i want to give a judge a heart attack with quality cadence
i make waves, i suckerpunch ’em into a daze
your making apple ad music, i can’t even relate
i make moves for a tombstone for heads of the state
a ballot shaped like a rock, a border being erased
listen

[chorus]
people talkin’, knowin’ what you want to hear
got the conscience of the capitalists speakin’ in your ear, so
get ready ’cause we’re aimin’ for the heart now
ready ’cause we’re aimin’ for the heart
people talkin’, knowin’ what you want to hear
got the conscience of the capitalists speakin’ in your ear, so
get ready ’cause we’re aimin’ for the heart now
ready ’cause we’re aimin’ for the heart

[sample]

[verse 2]
tell me what you are, not unnerved to play your part
i don’t wanna get mixed up with the gop all stars from the start
that’s a bad problem to have, y’all dont even know the half
people peacefully -ssemble then get canisters of gas
i traded a gas mask for a copy of my last album
the filters were organic, the records an amalgam
of my disposition to depression set to an encounter
of a jab hook combination straight from a downer
that’s your boy, i got another one to deploy
it’s the rap version of a bank being destroyed
it’s a slap if your -ss has been trying to act coy
knowing that i’m on a mission and the kids should rejoice
i got a banner to hoist and the color is black
there’s no rest for the wicked, quit livin’ in the past
i got a permanent scowl ’cause yall ain’t facing the facts
they’re gonna kick you out the door and turn your job into an app
motherf-cker

- johnny panic lyrics

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