The Countdown Theory ((Remix - Radio)[feat. Celph Titled])-Walkmen

(Intro by Celph Titled) It's the collapse of the earth as you know it. Holdin' it down, Celph Titled in the same brigade with the universal Walkmen. Start the countdown... "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door" --> Method Man *repeat 4X (Celph Titled) Recommendation, hold somethin' heavy, prepare for combat Translation: Atomik niggas constantly stay blazin' Every syllable spit is accurate, holdin' down the immaculate position I call the shots, perform executive incisions Speak to my own outside of language barriers for my brethren The veteran who caught a piece of shrapnel from the Tower of Babel Praise God, respect is due, while I'm infectin' you Never spit rhymes in a cipher, I siphon blood from ya veins With the straw the broke the camel's back, disrespect? Never that, off the map, chrome nine design specialist Leave deceased niggas with walkmans in their coffin blastin' my shit Infinite longevity, reconstruct my structure with dyslexic lepersey Malevolant ministries revealin' false prophecies, retrieved my past life They called me Yahweh, slit the throat of Leviathan, slain sideways Now I just made you a star, enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame No room for garbage fake five-percent MCs in this real terrain Drop your album on TDK, listen closely what our CD say You couldn't put out one record if it was your life you had to pay I'm feelin' this joint, I hope you niggas is to Beef with one man in my crew therefore we strike back with the 7-S platoon (Uh-huh...) Chorus: "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door" --> Method Man *repeat 4X (Tino Vega) The Spanish Prince, my mind's convinced, dent all intelligence Those who breathe, freeze at the sight of elegance Cause static jolts similar to lightning bolts Slash clans of devilish cults, catch boostive energy (energize!) Deadly antidotes inflict a fatal remedy Walkmen triangulate to form a spiritual entity (are you feelin' me?) Nigga, my rugged data will cause your mind structure to shatter Memory banks has been erased, Celph, Storm and the Soldier All up in ya face, leavin' glowing footmarks throughout the underground No room for feeble minds and shook hearts Start the countdown, soldiers in the killing fields I hold up my shield to block immortal curses Spittin' verses, peep my verbal slang analogy To a dragon spittin' flames, while the others are being bothered By hungry pitbulls that drool when they look at you The 7th Squadron droppin' toxins in the place of oxygen, what! Chorus: "10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door" --> Method Man *repeat 4X (Storm Trupa) Nova watchin' over your shoulder, roamin' through an open folder Slippin' through a paradox, mental coma Eternal Nightol, impact from a rhymin' wreckin' ball One on one street compete, complete Composition, physique physician, fight with might Strike precise with my device I ignite my vocal tenacity, define mankind Flux capacitate linear time, enigma, snake slither Extension across the Nile River, bless myself The Ark Angel - my fingers make contemporary poetry Historical, biographical oracle Open memories like new vicinities F**k those who oppose me, I throw heat ferociously Cleverly expose the life that you live to the Walkmen Nomadic men, commit mad sin In the Vatican upon the day of Armageddon Tai Chi master, absorbin' the powers from the Seven Tectonic tremblin' witnessin' the wrath that you're facin' Atomik devastation - strategically Organize elevation, the dynasy, mathematically Strong minds combine to redesign the fabric of time On some enormous shit, now watch the clock tick * the sound of an old clock ticking *