Lyrics T Minus Ten - Theory Hazit

T Minus Ten

This ain’t another song about wack rappers
I have the industry
The end is near, there’s no time to act passive
Cats laugh but deep down inside they wanna half-wrap it
There ain’t no half-stepping so we gon' have weapons
Fastest MP blast first and then ask questions
God is coming back, too dangerous to play with sin
They dropping like flies,
The countdown is on, down for the count
Drowning it out by the sound of your mouth
It is sounds of the South, transit Midwest
Intertwined with the vile rhymes to get incest
The only One we need to impress is Most High
And for those who can’t see death it’s close by
It snuck up on some cats, they kept an open eye
Caught them sleeping without them being notified
Countdown to the champion sound
Body all laid up in the pine box
What you gonna do when your time’s up?
My hip-hop so fly, NASA wanna sign me
Moving at God speed, Superman can’t rewind me
I been resurrected, ain’t nothing live as this
Sounded like perception when I shoot at some blind kids
I spit, mix it with dirt, and paint your eyelids
Holy Ghost leaving your cosmos silent
Who lined up your like some nine twelve hundreds
Messing up your high cause you tried to rhyme blunted
Ain’t no hiding from it, our style rocking up the charts
As I rock it in the dark, beams of lightning from my heart
See the light when I spark, matches do to curbs
Cause I’m down with the Master of the universe
I have the power to turn your biggest fear to a coward
The Lord rains like a meteor shower, the beat is devoured
Hell is hotter than Tahiti and Maui
Plus you waiting on your hour
You know wassup!
Countdown to the champion sound
Body all laid up in the pine box
What you gonna do when your time’s up?