Panther Like a Panther (Miracle Mix) [Feat. Trina]

I’ll flood the speakers with heat seekers and keep sneakers

Cleaner than nunnery pussy evening of Easter

I’ll leave a prints on her keister

I suck the clit and release it if it will please her

I’ll kneel to her best believe make a meal of her

Thank you

(Yes, yes, brilliant)

Told the preacher I love her

He said that God was her lover

I said if He really loves her

Then he would love that we lovers

I walk around in a bubble

A fucking scoundrel in trouble

In every town make a rumble

The venue ground into rubble

Give me a 10 and I’ll double

I’ll split your face like some aces

I got a fragrance I’m wearing

Called I will shit on you basics

The money wants me to have it

I have a hunger for data

I’m crunching numbers and crack unbreakable safes

While I’m at it

I’m doing more than just rapping

You have to grant me that dap

When you’re around where I’m at

Just know that it’s not where you at

I’m not on your map

I’m a mystery to you captains of industry

If the ‘matic is missing me

Automatic, it’s victory

Hey!

I'm the shit

Looking at the money like it's mine to get

I'm the shit bitch

Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist

I'm the shit

Looking at the money like it's ours to get

I'm the shit bitch

Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

We the grimy and gritty

Made it to Grammy committees

Got told that we spit it too vicious

And would never see victory

And I refuse to play humble

As though my dick itty bitty

I got banana dick, your bitch

Go ape shit if she hit it

Meanwhile you’re too nervous Pervis

That’s why you never get service

And me, I caught the preacher’s wife working

Before Sunday service

I put my hand up her skirt

And then we prayed for purpose

I baptized her in Jesus’ name

Left her shaking and squirting

Ooh, I shocked the Sunday school

Ad did that shit there on purpose

See I’m a pervert with purpose

That make you question your purpose

Run The Jewels’ll arrive at arenas

Bunch of blood thirsty hyenas

To get revenge on the kingdoms

That killed the dreams of the dreamers

Drank alcohol for the demons

Sip lean with all of the schemers

You see he groove with the people, move

With the mind of a genius

You see he working the angles

So he aint never an angel

They wanna get you to hang him

Well give those fuckers a finger

I'm the shit

Looking at the money like it's mine to get

I'm the shit bitch

Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist

I'm the shit

Looking at the money like it's ours to get

I'm the shit bitch

Everybody live throw the pistol and fist

Welcome to “Fuck-you-palooza”

We bruising any who moving

Who wanna stand for these douches

You raise a hand and you lose it

I hold the door for old ladies

Run in to fires and save babies

I went to school in the 80’s

Taking the train with the crazies

New York, New York is the mothership

Where I used to smoke dust and shit

Now I’m crop dusting fuckers

Suck it up and you’ll love the shit

No more games, I’m above the shit

Butter me up for nothing

I’m taking all of your duckets

‘Cause I can call when you’re bluffing

What though the son of Denise

Would be the leader of people?

When he was at your house at Morehouse

Slanging pounds of the reefer

Sat with potential presidents

And said the P should be legal

As reparations for what

This nation has done to my people

I’m a pervert, a poet

I ain’t a saint and I know it

Been crook and cooked the books

But never shorted no whores

Promoters comp me the Moet

I’m the man and I know it

I’m the shit the bitch tell me

How could I not show it?

I'm the shit

Looking at the money like it's mine to get

I'm the shit bitch

Everybody down, throw the pistol and fist

I'm the shit

Looking at the money like it's ours to get

I'm the shit bitch

Everybody live throw the pistol and fist