| First. |
| there was the collapse of civilization
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| Anarchy, genocide, starvation
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| Then. |
| when it seemed like shit couldn’t get any more fucked up We got The Plague
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| The Living Death
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| Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
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| Then the rumors started
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| The last hardcore MC’s. |
| were working on a cure
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| . |
| that would END the pestilence. |
| why?
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| I like the death
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| I *LIKE* the misery
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| I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!
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| Space, The Final Frontier
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| These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL
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| As I walk in the shadow of death
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| Sixteen men on a dead man’s chest
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| Your host this evening for H-O-T
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| N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec
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| Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
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| Before I blow back off the map, contact
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| You didn’t know Stat’could get down like that
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| Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
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| Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
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| Kids is dead wrong, song’s too long
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| Get swung on, can’t we all get along?
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| See my pinkie, see my thumb
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| See that kid with the pump shot gun?
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| Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
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| Mmmm now what’s this? |
| Smell like fish
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| Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
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| You need to douche out your style no doubt
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| Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
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| PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
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| Niggaz don’t dare, to step in the square
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| Kids ain’t playin over here, PLAYA
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| Only one way, and that’s my way
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| Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
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| (10) Ten let the countdown begin
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| (9) I was born in the mind
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| (8) Take the head of a snake
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| (7) Behold Armaggedeon
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| (6) Ain’t no love for the rich
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| (5) Only strong will survive
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| (4) Cause we live by the sword
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| (3) Plus sixty degrees
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| (2) For the black and the blue
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| (1) For the sun. |
| step into millenium
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| The name of this one is Judgement Day
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| No more BS, can’t come out and play
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| Don’t blame me, blame society
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| Type of chemistry for a live MC
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| Hands in the air like you just don’t care
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| You all get a share, there’s a party over here
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| Year two-thousand, keep bouncin
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| T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin
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| New York’s finest, still wildin, Shaolin
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| At the full moon howlin
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| Get Til It’s Gone, killa bee kills
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| Only time will reveal like the words in the song
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| Cause love’s what I feel for my crew, bust steel
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| Niggaz don’t got to pay my bills
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| P.L.O. |
| pack the slingshot flow
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| Plant the seed, let the garden grow
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| And stick that rhyme where the sun don’t shine
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| Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine
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| Tis my Tale From the Crypt that’s sick
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| Bloodbath, body baths and shit
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| U-F-C fightin championships
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| G.I. |
| Joe’s with the Kung-Fu Grip
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| Now you don’t dare, to step in the square
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| Kids ain’t playin over here, PLAYA
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| Only one way, and that’s my way
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| Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
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| C’mon. |
| I said c’mon.
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| (10) Ten let the countdown begin
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| (9) I was born in the mind
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| (8) Take the head of a snake
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| (7) Behold Armaggedeon
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| (6) Ain’t no love for the rich
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| (5) Only strong will survive
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| (4) Cause we live by the sword
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| (3) Plus sixty degrees
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| (2) For the black and the blue
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| (1) For the sun. |
| step into millenium
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| As I walk in the shadow of death
|
| Sixteen men on a dead man’s chest
|
| Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
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| N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec
|
| Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
|
| Before I blow back off the map, contact
|
| You didn’t know Stat’could get down like that
|
| Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
|
| Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
|
| Kids is dead wrong, song’s too long
|
| Get swung on, can’t we all get along?
|
| See my pinkie, see my thumb
|
| See that kid with the pump shot gun?
|
| Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
|
| Mmmm now what’s this? |
| Smell like fish
|
| Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
|
| You need to douche out your style no doubt
|
| Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
|
| PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
|
| Niggaz don’t dare, to step in the square
|
| Kids ain’t playin over here, PLAYA
|
| Only one way, and that’s my way
|
| Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
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| (10) Ten let the countdown begin
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| (9) I was born in the mind
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| (8) Take the head of a snake
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| (7) Behold Armaggedeon
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| (6) Ain’t no love for the rich
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| (5) Only strong will survive
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| (4) Cause we live by the sword
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| (3) Plus sixty degrees
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| (2) For the black and the blue
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| (1) For the sun. |
| step into millenium
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| Step into millenium
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| Ten let the countdown begin
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| I was born in the mind
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| Take the head of a snake
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| Behold Armaggedeon
|
| Ain’t no love for the rich
|
| Only strong will survive
|
| Cause we live by the sword
|
| Plus sixty degrees
|
| For the black and the blue
|
| For the sun.
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| Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Judgement Day , by - Method Man. Song from the album Best Of, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп