Method Man - Judgement Day lyrics
[Method Man - Judgement Day lyrics]
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 MCs were
Working on the cure
That would end the pestilence why?
I like the death i like the misery
I like this world the Final Frontier
These are the voyages of the Starship Tical
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr H-O T
N-IX, you get splashed with the TEC
Nobody go 'til the god say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
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
Cats 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 shotgun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, 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 drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
Ten let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, 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 2000, keep bouncin'
T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin'
New York's finest, still wilding
Shaolin, at the full moon howling
Get 'til 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 niggas don't got to pay my bills
PLO, 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 the Valentine
This my "Tale From the Crypt, " that's sick
Bloodbath, body bags and shit
UFC fighting championships
GI joes with the kung-fu grip
Now you don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
Come on, I said come on
Ten let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr H-O T
N-IX, you get splashed with the TEC
Nobody go 'til the god say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
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
Cats 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 shotgun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, 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 drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
Ten let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun
Step into millennium (Uh, uh)
Ten nine
Eight seven
Six five
Four three
Two one
Step into millennium (Uh, uh)
Let the countdown begin
I was born in the mind
Take the head of a snake behold Armageddon
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue for the sun
Judgement Day
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 MCs were
Working on the cure
That would end the pestilence why?
I like the death i like the misery
I like this world the Final Frontier
These are the voyages of the Starship Tical
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr H-O T
N-IX, you get splashed with the TEC
Nobody go 'til the god say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
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
Cats 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 shotgun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, 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 drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
Ten let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, 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 2000, keep bouncin'
T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin'
New York's finest, still wilding
Shaolin, at the full moon howling
Get 'til 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 niggas don't got to pay my bills
PLO, 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 the Valentine
This my "Tale From the Crypt, " that's sick
Bloodbath, body bags and shit
UFC fighting championships
GI joes with the kung-fu grip
Now you don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
Come on, I said come on
Ten let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr H-O T
N-IX, you get splashed with the TEC
Nobody go 'til the god say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
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
Cats 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 shotgun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hmm, 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 drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, playa
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
Ten let the countdown begin
Nine, I was born in the mind
Eight, take the head of a snake
Seven, behold Armageddon
Six, ain't no love for the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun
Step into millennium (Uh, uh)
Ten nine
Eight seven
Six five
Four three
Two one
Step into millennium (Uh, uh)
Let the countdown begin
I was born in the mind
Take the head of a snake behold Armageddon
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue for the sun
Judgement Day