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| Lyrics Submitted By: Rosy Cheeks |
| 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 chest |
| Your host this evening for H-O-T |
| N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec |
| Nobody go, til the God say so |
| You got a second or mo', to run for the do' |
| Before I blow back off the map, contact |
| didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that |
| ho want them test rocket launcher, YES |
| Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def' |
| Cats is dead wrong, song's too long |
| t swung on, can't we all get along? |
| See my pinkie, see my thumb |
| See that kid with the pawn 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 drum |
| 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, Judgment Day |
| (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 |
| The name of this one is Judgment 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 |
| G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip |
| Now you 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, Judgment Day |
| C'mon.. I said c'mon.. |
| (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 |
| 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-I-S, 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 stack, couldn't 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 pawn 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 drum |
| 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, Judgment Day |
| (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 |
| 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. |
| Step into millennium |
| Ten 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.. |
| Grim Reaper callin, Judgment Day |
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