Countdown-Keith Murray/Erick Sermon/Redman/Jamal

[ti:Countdown] [ar:Def Squad] [al:El Nino] [offset:0] [00:02.44]For she's perhaps quite clever [00:04.14]On the mic I'm Wizard call me Chris Webber [00:07.01]Scary wise I'm way past terror [00:09.62]I make like Jay Z then Roc a Fella [00:12.37]Rock 'em out the club [00:13.56]Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne [00:15.06]From the bar compliments of E Dub [00:17.61]I be the one to cause the confusion [00:20.17]Twist your mind to pieces [00:21.66]Make ya think I'm losin' [00:23.29]Yeah niggaz try to provoke me [00:25.35]But I'm a tower god [00:26.73]So, there ain't no hope [00:28.09]B**ches like d**e E [00:29.53]So, I resume, If they step [00:31.40]I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon [00:33.52]Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah [00:36.15]Control the states and make a Def America [00:38.95]My styles legit, peep the steez a bit [00:41.51]It's official, like a licensed .45 pistol [00:44.57]Word to the Preacher's Wife [00:45.81]I got the power to annoy ya [00:47.44]And keep them shiesty folks on point [00:50.00]I'm the butler, servin' MC's [00:51.87]Because I love to [00:53.42]N-O, quote, You're a Customer [00:54.74]I put you in your right mind and frame [00:56.30]I de-rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train [00:59.98]All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang [01:02.73]My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame [01:05.35]F**k a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em [01:08.34]Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em [01:10.77]But, Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me [01:13.58]Foes, I take it to the ni**a, started you hustlin' [01:16.45]Whether it be w**d, d**e or coke [01:18.64]My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes [01:21.38]Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown [01:24.19]Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round [01:27.50]Jump out a tree, land on your neck [01:29.31]From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck [01:31.86]You be like damn, that's what I ride for [01:34.11]If I apply more pressure, it'll snow on July fourth [01:37.29]Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth [01:39.85]The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and sh*t [01:42.60]If you came to brawl, we love to get involved [01:45.29]My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl [01:48.67]MC's it's the final countdown [01:51.79]You look tired can you go the round [01:53.79]If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit [01:56.47]If not, I'll turn around and say forget it [01:58.97] [02:09.53]Yeah, nobody rock harder than this [02:11.34]Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist [02:13.77] [02:15.18]And, I doubt it [02:16.06]You could kiss my a** and make a love song about it [02:18.30]Cause, I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it [02:20.36]Yeah, wantin' to battle with me, as hard as it gets [02:22.73]Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train [02:24.66]Turn off the TV, lyrical vet [02:26.60]Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet [02:28.91]You talk sh*t, you deserve what you get [02:30.59]I'm heart-throb, leave you dead as a door-knob [02:33.52]Not a hip-hop cop and not down with the Mobb [02:36.39]Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities [02:38.83]Simultaneously, with communication capabilities [02:42.26]From high-class to mid-class to low and greedy [02:44.63]I will instantaneously bust an MC [02:46.94]The non-forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter [02:49.94]And make you exercise your sh*t up, ni**a [02:52.60]These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos [02:55.07]Who wanna toe-to-toe, f**k the studio flow [02:57.30]Def Squad click, a thug ni**a, chug a lot of liquor [02:59.54].45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getter [03:03.04]Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers [03:05.91]Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz [03:08.27]Same niggaz takin' this squad sh*t for a joke [03:11.27]Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope [03:13.89]Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower [03:16.14]Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G [03:19.57]Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack [03:22.00]Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium [03:24.44]Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip die in the place [03:27.12]House, that was some hardcore rap [03:29.24]Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats [03:32.55]'Bout to black out on all you wack cats [03:34.98]MC's it's the final countdown [03:37.42]You look tired can you go the round [03:40.17]If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit [03:42.91] [03:43.70]If not, I'll turn around and say forget it [03:45.57]MC's it's the final countdown [03:47.94]You look tired can you go the round [03:50.63]If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit [03:53.50]If not, I'll turn around and say forget it