Dope D.O.D. Ft. Onyx – Panic Room (Official Video)

Dope D.O.D. Ft. Onyx 

Panic Room

(official video)

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Panic Room (feat. Onyx) is the third song taken from Dope D.O.D.’s second album ‘Da Roach’ (released: 19-04-2013 / In stores now)
Shot & Edited by Anton van der Linden & Andres Fouché Valbuena
Music Production by Peter Songolo
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“Video shot in Harlem, NL! With the one only Onyx!!! US to Europe….wack mc’s betta hide in a panic room!!!”

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Filmed & Edited by:
Anton van der Linden: http://www.antonvanderlinden.com/
and Andres Fouche Valbuena: http://www.andresfouche.com/

Lyrics:
@Skits Vicious
I turn ya scar tissue to a fresh cu / while me n Jay play good cop bad cop, slice ya tats off / and wear em like i was Buffalo Bill / I take a couple of pills and give a couple of suckaz the chillz / what the deal? box cutter and rubber gloves / gun fring it’s nothing you rot in a rubber tub / some ruff uppercuts 2 da jaw sure 2 shut em up / and make em wonder what then fuck keeps me doin this / or why I keep breaking crewz rigs with sewer lids / i toss em like frisbeez vicious ain’t new to this / …see what i’m chweing iz a magic shroom / rappers lock themselves inside a panic room / good afternoon, we turn ya whole house to ground zero / i’m the slayer of the mayor, ghosttown’s hometown hero / dope dod got em running with fear / now move back muthafuk’s … the onyx is here!!!

@Fredro Starr
I got Monsters in my head, unconscious almost dead / i hear voices putting all this nonsense in my head / it makes no sense, waking up with both hands covered in blood / got your favourite rapper chain covered in mud / as it hangs from the front of my truck, like an ornament / i collect trophies for rappers i tormented / i got em walking like zombies in this bitch / one show blow him out his abercrombie & fitch you give these niggaz an inch, they wanna take a mile / i put the 5th to ya face take that with a smile / i’m foul… yeah so fuck repercussions / black hoodie on liking like the grim reaper cousin

@Chorus
You need a panic room for this shit / why is that?/ cause
when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit / you cant mess with sickest / who are they? / Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid

@Dopey Rotten
I crack skulls cause my life is dull / I sold my soul ain’t got a life at all / Yeah I’m making the calls watch your empire fall / I won’t move aside my mindstate’s like fuck it all / No need to panic / ya’ll the world is my basketball / I’m not gonna pass at all give me what I’m asking for / Underground ambassador our army’s coming after ya / You’re living in the past and ya not a time traveller / Damage ya cut you in half like a paprika / Used to be in front but you didn’t have the stamina / To keep it up now you starving like it’s Africa / Now witness the massacre to death ill be bashing ya / Ya wife I be banging as you watch you couldn’t handle her / Now take ya last breath and watch me strangle her / Evil right her yeah its more than pure / Keep killing till my heart stops that’s the cure

@Jay Reaper
crack a heineken / its time to strike the mic again / seasons switch / cycles end / we blowin’ up like hydrogen / now ima tell you that ya hype will end i’ll grab the mighty pen / this god is vigirous i’ll smite ya men / ya niggas need to step it up and all / im fuckin bustin balls / with flows bolder than a buffalo / see no cuffs can hold this nigga cause i rock and roll / and when i reach my toll i explode like Mark Ruffalo / thats why im actin kinda cynical ya’ll niggas like to make shit / i make gold and chrome minerals / pitiful / nevertheless im a killer cold / bad to the bone thats why im livin’ by the sinners code / yeah you stepped into the dark abyss / we’re narcissist got a taste for bloody carcasses / the problem is ya’ll niggas aint fuckin’ with heated beats / the real chiefs or these evil streets

@Chorus
You need a panic room for this shit / why is that?/ cause
when we in da house, all we wanna do iz rip shit / you cant mess with sickest / who are they? / Dope dod, and onyx, deadly mix kid

@Sticky Fingaz
I take you to a place that I don’t like to go / I got that rifle flow cause killing niggaz is like riding a bicycle / and how to break a neck is something that you can’t forget / it’s Sticky Fingaz… but you can call me face of death / nigga i won’t battle rap you i just eat ya adam’s apple / take you to the tabernacle, drag you through the street in shackles / I come inside yo house, nigga hide inside the walls / … I sniff em out until I find em all… / my voice sounds like my stomach growling / grimey nigga what I won’t do for a 100,000 / this nigga something bout him, something wrong guns arouse him / always got the huns around him / hip hop is fucked without!!!…

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