Up And Coming

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Yeah never to be forgotten when they utter my name even the neighbors close their shutters as they stutter 
Cause the flows smooth and sweet like grilled marlin drenched in honey butter
Just starting out but this building sits on a concrete foundation 
As I meticulously ensure my roots (are cemented in repetition) 
My rep in the game grows taller like a sky scraper 
And fuck the numbers on paper 
I swear the only paper that makes me care is the sheets of scribbled raps I look at as my sweat smudges ruin the best lines nd' 
Maybe I'm far behind, but that just leaves an opening for an assassination 
When your backs exposed to a psycho lyrical scientist with a murder fascination
'Cuase when I get the steppin' on these rhymes and pattens I don't miss my shots no matter how it happens
So before you know it on your back door I'm knockin' asking you what's poppin' while exposing all the lies you've forgotten 
Then my flows pop off like a Glock and my rhymes hit as hard as a space rock then the beat blows them all the fuck up
This just how a beat doctor cooks a breakfast of rap and old school hip hop on the side he dishes a serving of trap bass
For the one's that want to let their heads nod 
And because I put the time in it means 
Like a freight train once I get going I struggle to pull back on the gears 
So the end result remains that this new blood on the block just doesn't stop.

When is it ever enough?
When you get the cash in pocket and you spit so hard no one can stop it?
I'm like an addict with a pen in my pocket when I rap I raise the bars and you drop it 
And I won't stop it. 
I'll keep the mic hot until I either drop dead or become the best
Enough said, enough said, enough said
Up and coming 
I'm not lookin' backwards oh 
To the top, is where I'm running
I'm, coming

Enough said. 
My penmanship is (deliberate) that way when I aim and shoot from the hip you can jump, hop or skip
There's no way I miss because I never forge these rhymes like some sort of counterfeit 
When the mic drops in my hand and I start to spit the ghosts of the legends bop to my tracks like a bobblehead 
Also have you've noticed how I continued to boast about it that means I lied cause it's never enough said 
When your aim is to hit stars aim for the edge of the observable universe 
And sometimes my pen is a curse when I stop writing they say it's a gift but some people will inevitably end up in a hearse
As the doctors examine them they ask why the fuck did you write that verse 
Why would you attack when your verse never smacks
Go back is a direction that's not on my map 
It's full steam ahead on this train filled with boost packs and gourmet meals 
Take your shots all you want I've got stims and infinite heals 
Let's be real you try to reach for the throne but can't make the connections in your dome 
That you need to improve the charisma stats to chop and hack at the tree of rap 
So you're rhymes will always lack 
And I've got myself a new backpack inside a notebook where I scribble lyrics that resonate out the mind state 
But if you look deeper I've achieved flow state 
So I'm not stopping anytime soon I'll pen shit down from lunch, that's noon till the rise of the moon
Then I dream 'bout the new raps 
It's rinse and repeat for me
That's what you lack

Enough said 
Enough said 
Enough said 
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All lyrics written by Panz
Musical arrangement by Panz

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I appreciate everyone for taking a listen <3 ‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐- 🎵 More of my music here 🎵 YouTube ➡️ https://www.youtube.com/@IizPanz Spotify ➡️ spotify:artist:7hrMuvB2DYzkoC5uED7Eew ‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐- Lyrics🎶 Yeah never to be forgotten when they utter my name even the neighbors close their shutters as they stutter Cause the flows smooth and sweet like grilled marlin drenched in honey butter Just starting out but this building sits on a concrete foundation As I meticulously ensure my roots (are cemented in repetition) My rep in the game grows taller like a sky scraper And fuck the numbers on paper I swear the only paper that makes me care is the sheets of scribbled raps I look at as my sweat smudges ruin the best lines nd' Maybe I'm far behind, but that just leaves an opening for an assassination When your backs exposed to a psycho lyrical scientist with a murder fascination 'Cuase when I get the steppin' on these rhymes and pattens I don't miss my shots no matter how it happens So before you know it on your back door I'm knockin' asking you what's poppin' while exposing all the lies you've forgotten Then my flows pop off like a Glock and my rhymes hit as hard as a space rock then the beat blows them all the fuck up This just how a beat doctor cooks a breakfast of rap and old school hip hop on the side he dishes a serving of trap bass For the one's that want to let their heads nod And because I put the time in it means Like a freight train once I get going I struggle to pull back on the gears So the end result remains that this new blood on the block just doesn't stop. When is it ever enough? When you get the cash in pocket and you spit so hard no one can stop it? I'm like an addict with a pen in my pocket when I rap I raise the bars and you drop it And I won't stop it. I'll keep the mic hot until I either drop dead or become the best Enough said, enough said, enough said Up and coming I'm not lookin' backwards oh To the top, is where I'm running I'm, coming Enough said. My penmanship is (deliberate) that way when I aim and shoot from the hip you can jump, hop or skip There's no way I miss because I never forge these rhymes like some sort of counterfeit When the mic drops in my hand and I start to spit the ghosts of the legends bop to my tracks like a bobblehead Also have you've noticed how I continued to boast about it that means I lied cause it's never enough said When your aim is to hit stars aim for the edge of the observable universe And sometimes my pen is a curse when I stop writing they say it's a gift but some people will inevitably end up in a hearse As the doctors examine them they ask why the fuck did you write that verse Why would you attack when your verse never smacks Go back is a direction that's not on my map It's full steam ahead on this train filled with boost packs and gourmet meals Take your shots all you want I've got stims and infinite heals Let's be real you try to reach for the throne but can't make the connections in your dome That you need to improve the charisma stats to chop and hack at the tree of rap So you're rhymes will always lack And I've got myself a new backpack inside a notebook where I scribble lyrics that resonate out the mind state But if you look deeper I've achieved flow state So I'm not stopping anytime soon I'll pen shit down from lunch, that's noon till the rise of the moon Then I dream 'bout the new raps It's rinse and repeat for me That's what you lack When is it ever enough? When you get the cash in pocket and you spit so hard no one can stop it? I'm like an addict with a pen in my pocket when I rap I raise the bars and you drop it And I won't stop it. I'll keep the mic hot until I either drop dead or become the best Enough said, enough said, enough said Up and coming I'm not lookin' backwards oh To the top, is where I'm running I'm, up and coming Enough said Enough said Enough said Enough said ‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐-‐- © Panz 2025 All Rights Reserved All lyrics written by Panz Musical arrangement by Panz

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