Countdown-Def Squad

[ti:Countdown] [ar:Def Squad] [al:El Nino] [offset:0] [00:01.54]For she's perhaps quite clever [00:03.24]On the mic I'm Wizard call me Chris Webber [00:06.11]Scary wise I'm way past terror [00:08.72]I make like Jay Z then Roc a Fella [00:11.47]Rock 'em out the club [00:12.66]Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne [00:14.16]From the bar compliments of E Dub [00:16.71]I be the one to cause the confusion [00:19.27]Twist your mind to pieces [00:20.76]Make ya think I'm losin' [00:22.39]Yeah niggaz try to provoke me [00:24.45]But I'm a tower god [00:25.83]So, there ain't no hope [00:27.19]B**ches like d**e E [00:28.63]So, I resume, If they step [00:30.50]I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon [00:32.62]Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah [00:35.25]Control the states and make a Def America [00:38.05]My styles legit, peep the steez a bit [00:40.61]It's official, like a licensed .45 pistol [00:43.67]Word to the Preacher's Wife [00:44.91]I got the power to annoy ya [00:46.54]And keep them shiesty folks on point [00:49.10]I'm the butler, servin' MC's [00:50.97]Because I love to [00:52.52]N-O, quote, You're a Customer [00:53.84]I put you in your right mind and frame [00:55.40]I de-rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train [00:59.08]All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang [01:01.83]My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame [01:04.45]F**k a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em [01:07.44]Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em [01:09.87]But, Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me [01:12.68]Foes, I take it to the ni**a, started you hustlin' [01:15.55]Whether it be w**d, d**e or coke [01:17.74]My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes [01:20.48]Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown [01:23.29]Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round [01:26.60]Jump out a tree, land on your neck [01:28.41]From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your deck [01:30.96]You be like damn, that's what I ride for [01:33.21]If I apply more pressure, it'll snow on July fourth [01:36.39]Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth [01:38.95]The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and sh*t [01:41.70]If you came to brawl, we love to get involved [01:44.39]My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl [01:47.77]MC's it's the final countdown [01:50.89]You look tired can you go the round [01:52.89]If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit [01:55.57]If not, I'll turn around and say forget it [01:58.07] [02:08.63]Yeah, nobody rock harder than this [02:10.44]Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist [02:12.87] [02:14.28]And, I doubt it [02:15.16]You could kiss my a** and make a love song about it [02:17.40]Cause, I'm 'bout it and their livin' without it [02:19.46]Yeah, wantin' to battle with me, as hard as it gets [02:21.83]Get niggaz in jail watchin' Soul Train [02:23.76]Turn off the TV, lyrical vet [02:25.70]Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet [02:28.01]You talk sh*t, you deserve what you get [02:29.69]I'm heart-throb, leave you dead as a door-knob [02:32.62]Not a hip-hop cop and not down with the Mobb [02:35.49]Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities [02:37.93]Simultaneously, with communication capabilities [02:41.36]From high-class to mid-class to low and greedy [02:43.73]I will instantaneously bust an MC [02:46.04]The non-forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter [02:49.04]And make you exercise your sh*t up, ni**a [02:51.70]These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos [02:54.17]Who wanna toe-to-toe, f**k the studio flow [02:56.40]Def Squad click, a thug ni**a, chug a lot of liquor [02:58.64].45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getter [03:02.14]Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers [03:05.01]Know half your little rap and I'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz [03:07.37]Same niggaz takin' this squad sh*t for a joke [03:10.37]Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope [03:12.99]Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower [03:15.24]Live form NYC, E, Red keepin' me, Mally G [03:18.67]Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack [03:21.10]Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium [03:23.54]Phony tough Tony ones, we dip dip die in the place [03:26.22]House, that was some hardcore rap [03:28.34]Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats [03:31.65]'Bout to black out on all you wack cats [03:34.08]MC's it's the final countdown [03:36.52]You look tired can you go the round [03:39.27]If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit [03:42.01] [03:42.80]If not, I'll turn around and say forget it [03:44.67]MC's it's the final countdown [03:47.04]You look tired can you go the round [03:49.73]If you can, I'll slap your hands and give you credit [03:52.60]If not, I'll turn around and say forget it