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Judgement Day

Artist:Method Man  Album:Tical 2000: Judgement Day  Composer:Method Man & Selwyn Bougard 

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First... there was the collapse of civilization Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then... when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's... were working on a cure... That would END the pestilence... why? I like the death I *LIKE* the misery I like this world! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's ches Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, till 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 dru 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 (10) let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) 'Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun... step into millennium The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin' T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin' New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Till It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships

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