Def Squad, PMD, Jamal - Countdown lyrics

For she's perhaps quite clever
On the mic, I'm Wizard, call me Chris Webber
Scary, wise, I'm way past terror
I make like Jay-Z, then Roc-a-Fella
Rock 'em out the club
Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
From the bar compliments of E-Dub
I be the one to cause the confusion
Twist your mind to pieces
Make ya think I'm losin'
Yeah, niggas try to provoke me
But, I'm a tower god so, there ain't no hope
Bitches like dope E
So, I resume, If they step
I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon
Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah
Control the states and make a Def America
My styles legit, peep the steez a bit
It's official, like a licensed 45 pistol
Word to the Preacher's Wife
I got the power to annoint ya
And keep them shiesty folks on point
I'm the butler, servin' MC's
Because I love to
N-O, quote, You're a Customer

I put you in your right mind and frame
I de rail tracks and rappers
Like Doc designed the train
All aboard with the Def Squad
If you can hang
My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame
Fuck a gun, when I was twelve
I was bustin' 'em
Young, just wanna have fun
Like little Just' and 'em
But, Doc never trusted them hoes
Double crossed me
Foes, I take it to the nigga
Started you hustlin'
Whether it be weed, dope or coke
My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes
Make niggas bow down
When I'm drunk off Gold Crown
Pull out the pound
Bust off my ro-ro-ro-round
Jump out a tree, land on your neck
From the moment you start pumpin'
Redman in your deck
You be like damn, that's what I ride for
If I apply more pressure
It'll snow on July fourth
Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth
The tracks make acrobats lose
Their arch and shit
If you came to brawl, we love to get involved
My squad lickin' hard for all
White people to jawl

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can
I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it

Yeah, nobody rock harder than this
Closed jaw, stone face, clip fist
Mic extremist and, I doubt it
You could kiss my ass and make
A love song about it cause, I'm 'bout it and
Their livin' without it
Yeah, wantin' to battle with me
As hard as it gets
Get niggas in jail watchin' Soul Train
Turn off the TV, lyrical vet
Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet
You talk shit, you deserve what you get
I'm heart-throb
Leave you dead as a door-knob
Not a Hip-Hop cop and not down with the Mobb
Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
Simultaneously, with communication
Capabilities from high-class to mid-class to
Low and greedy
I will instantaneously bust an MC
The non-forgetter, hit you with
The one hitter, quitter
And make you exercise your shit up, nigga

These niggas is ridin' dick like rodeo
Their homos
Who wanna toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow
Def Squad click, a thug nigga
Chug a lot of liquor
45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getter
Represent for the real gangsters
And drug dealers
Know half your little rap and
I'm cappin' and slappin' niggas
Same niggas takin' this squad shit for a joke
Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke
Blood spill at the pope their cowards
Gettin' rained on like a shower
Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G
Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack
Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium
Phony tough Tony ones
We dip dip die in the place
How's That was some hardcore rap
Realer than black
Black baseball bats and black gats
'Bout to black out on all you wack cats

MC's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can
I'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, I'll turn around and say forget it