The Countdown Theory

(Intro by Celph Titled)<br>It`s the collapse of the earth as you know it. Holdin` it down, Celph Titled <br>in the same brigade with the universal Walkmen. Start the countdown...<br><br>"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door" --> Method Man<br> *repeat 4X<br><br>[Celph Titled]<br>Recommendation, hold somethin` heavy, prepare for combat<br>Translation: Atomik niggas constantly stay blazin`<br>Every syllable spit is accurate, holdin` down the immaculate position<br>I call the shots, perform executive incisions<br>Speak to my own outside of language barriers for my brethren<br>The veteran who caught a piece of shrapnel from the Tower of Babel<br>Praise God, respect is due, while I`m infectin` you<br>Never spit rhymes in a cipher, I siphon blood from ya veins<br>With the straw the broke the camel`s back, disrespect?<br>Never that, off the map, chrome nine design specialist<br>Leave deceased niggas with walkmans in their coffin blastin` my shit<br>Infinite longevity, reconstruct my structure with dyslexic lepersey<br>Malevolant ministries revealin` false prophecies, retrieved my past life<br>They called me Yahweh, slit the throat of Leviathan, slain sideways<br>Now I just made you a star, enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame<br>No room for garbage fake five-percent MCs in this real terrain<br>Drop your album on TDK, listen closely what our CD say<br>You couldn`t put out one record if it was your life you had to pay<br>I`m feelin` this joint, I hope you niggas is to<br>Beef with one man in my crew therefore we strike back with the 7-S platoon<br>(Uh-huh...)<br><br>Chorus:<br>"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door" --> Method Man<br> *repeat 4X<br><br>[Tino Vega]<br>The Spanish Prince, my mind`s convinced, dent all intelligence<br>Those who breathe, freeze at the sight of elegance<br>Cause static jolts similar to lightning bolts<br>Slash clans of devilish cults, catch boostive energy (energize!)<br>Deadly antidotes inflict a fatal remedy<br>Walkmen triangulate to form a spiritual entity (are you feelin` me?)<br>Nigga, my rugged data will cause your mind structure to shatter<br>Memory banks has been erased, Celph, Storm and the Soldier<br>All up in ya face, leavin` glowing footmarks throughout the underground<br>No room for feeble minds and shook hearts<br>Start the countdown, soldiers in the killing fields<br>I hold up my shield to block immortal curses<br>Spittin` verses, peep my verbal slang analogy<br>To a dragon spittin` flames, while the others are being bothered<br>By hungry pitbulls that drool when they look at you<br>The 7th Squadron droppin` toxins in the place of oxygen, what!<br><br>Chorus:<br>"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door" --> Method Man<br> *repeat 4X<br><br>[Storm Trupa]<br>Nova watchin` over your shoulder, roamin` through an open folder<br>Slippin` through a paradox, mental coma<br>Eternal Nightol, impact from a rhymin` wreckin` ball<br>One on one street compete, complete<br>Composition, physique physician, fight with might<br>Strike precise with my device<br>I ignite my vocal tenacity, define mankind<br>Flux capacitate linear time, enigma, snake slither<br>Extension across the Nile River, bless myself<br>The Ark Angel - my fingers make contemporary poetry<br>Historical, biographical oracle<br>Open memories like new vicinities<br>Fuck those who oppose me, I throw heat ferociously<br>Cleverly expose the life that you live to the Walkmen<br>Nomadic men, commit mad sin<br>In the Vatican upon the day of Armageddon<br>Tai Chi master, absorbin` the powers from the Seven<br>Tectonic tremblin` witnessin` the wrath that you`re facin`<br>Atomik devastation - strategically<br>Organize elevation, the dynasy, mathematically<br>Strong minds combine to redesign the fabric of time<br>On some enormous shit, now watch the clock tick<br><br> * the sound of an old clock ticking *