| It’s the collapse of the earth as you know it. |
| Holdin' it down, Celph Titled
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| In the same brigade with the universal Walkmen. |
| Start the countdown…
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| «10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door» --] Method Man
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| Recommendation, hold somethin' heavy, prepare for combat
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| Translation: Atomik niggas constantly stay blazin'
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| Every syllable spit is accurate, holdin' down the immaculate position
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| I call the shots, perform executive incisions
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| Speak to my own outside of language barriers for my brethren
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| The veteran who caught a piece of shrapnel from the Tower of Babel
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| Praise God, respect is due, while I’m infectin' you
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| Never spit rhymes in a cipher, I siphon blood from ya veins
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| With the straw the broke the camel’s back, disrespect?
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| Never that, off the map, chrome nine design specialist
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| Leave deceased niggas with walkmans in their coffin blastin' my shit
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| Infinite longevity, reconstruct my structure with dyslexic lepersey
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| Malevolant ministries revealin' false prophecies, retrieved my past life
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| They called me Yahweh, slit the throat of Leviathan, slain sideways
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| Now I just made you a star, enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame
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| No room for garbage fake five-percent MCs in this real terrain
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| Drop your album on TDK, listen closely what our CD say
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| You couldn’t put out one record if it was your life you had to pay
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| I’m feelin' this joint, I hope you niggas is to
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| Beef with one man in my crew therefore we strike back with the 7-S platoon
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| (Uh-huh…)
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| «10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door» --] Method Man
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| The Spanish Prince, my mind’s convinced, dent all intelligence
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| Those who breathe, freeze at the sight of elegance
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| Cause static jolts similar to lightning bolts
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| Slash clans of devilish cults, catch boostive energy (energize!)
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| Deadly antidotes inflict a fatal remedy
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| Walkmen triangulate to form a spiritual entity (are you feelin' me?)
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| Nigga, my rugged data will cause your mind structure to shatter
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| Memory banks has been erased, Celph, Storm and the Soldier
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| All up in ya face, leavin' glowing footmarks throughout the underground
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| No room for feeble minds and shook hearts
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| Start the countdown, soldiers in the killing fields
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| I hold up my shield to block immortal curses
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| Spittin' verses, peep my verbal slang analogy
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| To a dragon spittin' flames, while the others are being bothered
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| By hungry pitbulls that drool when they look at you
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| The 7th Squadron droppin' toxins in the place of oxygen, what!
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| «10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door» --] Method Man
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| Nova watchin' over your shoulder, roamin' through an open folder
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| Slippin' through a paradox, mental coma
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| Eternal Nightol, impact from a rhymin' wreckin' ball
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| One on one street compete, complete
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| Composition, physique physician, fight with might
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| Strike precise with my device
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| I ignite my vocal tenacity, define mankind
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| Flux capacitate linear time, enigma, snake slither
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| Extension across the Nile River, bless myself
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| The Ark Angel — my fingers make contemporary poetry
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| Historical, biographical oracle
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| Open memories like new vicinities
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| Fuck those who oppose me, I throw heat ferociously
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| Cleverly expose the life that you live to the Walkmen
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| Nomadic men, commit mad sin
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| In the Vatican upon the day of Armageddon
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| Tai Chi master, absorbin' the powers from the Seven
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| Tectonic tremblin' witnessin' the wrath that you’re facin'
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| Atomik devastation — strategically
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| Organize elevation, the dynasy, mathematically
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| Strong minds combine to redesign the fabric of time
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| On some enormous shit, now watch the clock tick |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Countdown Theory , by - Celph Titled. Song from the album The Gatalog, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп