Judgement Day

[Intro: Method Man] 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 voyages of the Starship Tical [Verse 1: Method Man] As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this even Mr H-O-T N-I-X, 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 shot gun? 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 [Hook] (10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armageddon (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 [Verse 2: Method Man] The name of this one is Judgement Day No more B.S., 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 bouncing T-Minus, thirty seconds and counting 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 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 This my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body bags and shit UFC fighting championships G.I. 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 [Hook + Verse 1 + Hook]