| Lyrics: | U-God]
Countdown...
Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
Got you strapped down to your
seats
Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God speed, approach follow my
lead
Firewinds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the
rush
Untouchable chunk of ?air, wax and soul?
Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave?
smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as
Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the wood works, hood
shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop
to the limit
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the
cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
[Chorus (U-God) 2x]
RAGE ROCK ROLL
FIGHT
BRAWL FALL RUMBLLLLLLEEE!!!
[Letha Face]
The diabolic witty, dialect's
darker than Gotham City
Wit the possibilty to stop your walkin ability
God forgive me,
spark enemies wit pistol grips
The missle tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your
dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits
You physical bitch, watch for the
imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck wartone, and thought poems
Liver
than WWF Warzone
Walk upon ? tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like
when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terror dome
Spill from the guts, trail to you
?puss? from where you bust
In God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups
get sound struck
Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
While crowd round
up
[Chorus 2x]
[Inspectah Deck]
Aiyyo yo
I spit bars
Travellin
tremendous speed measurin far
Been bustin satellites circlin Mars
Verbal onslaught, bring
forth physical force
Of a hundred wild niggas piled in a Trojan Horse
Thought method, set
it on generic mic ethic
Professional neck shit, left foes beheaded
This music, is mind
control like computer chips
Been doin this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
Wit turbo
tactics, manuever like a trained soldier
Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game
over
Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
Mind controller, 2009 time folder
My
coalition, bring the demolition
Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no
intermission
Spittin hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
Makin million men
march
[Chorus 2x]
[Method Man]
Yo, who got next? Meth got next
I
chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go ? hard
Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and
dodge
Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your
kids, that's how it is
In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live
So
Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
Rusty-ass .38 Special, niggas owe me
Slowly I
turn, face the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty
Tony, when I got a bitch I keeps a bitch
36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
Take that
watch off and tuck your necklace
City never sleeps, streets is restless
Rap style'll slave
you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you
breathless
Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek
and destroy
[Chorus 2x |
