[Intro: U-God]
Countdown
[Verse 1: U-God]
Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats
Out of the doorway, bullets rip, full clip, God speed, approach, follow my lead
Fire winds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll with the rush
Untouchable chunk of an earwax and soul
Sound waves slay out the Batcave smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the woodworks, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cocked, hip-hop to the limit
Night watch, pad mark, sparks spin a quake
Nuclear blast, heavy on the cash, give me what it takes now
[Chorus: U-God]
Rage, rock, roll, fight, brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight, brawl, fall, rumble
[Verse 2: Letha Face]
The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
With the possibility to stop your walkin' ability
God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
Official scripts strike when physical hits, you physical bitch
Watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck war tones and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone
Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terrordome spill from the guts
Trail to you pus from where you bust, in God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
Clown, what? You'll get drowned in the cut while crowd round up
Countdown
[Verse 1: U-God]
Are you ready? Are you mad inside? Got you strapped down to your seats
Out of the doorway, bullets rip, full clip, God speed, approach, follow my lead
Fire winds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll with the rush
Untouchable chunk of an earwax and soul
Sound waves slay out the Batcave smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia
Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the woodworks, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid
In the shaft, shotty cocked, hip-hop to the limit
Night watch, pad mark, sparks spin a quake
Nuclear blast, heavy on the cash, give me what it takes now
[Chorus: U-God]
Rage, rock, roll, fight, brawl, fall, rumble
Rage, rock, roll, fight, brawl, fall, rumble
[Verse 2: Letha Face]
The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
With the possibility to stop your walkin' ability
God forgive me, spark enemies with pistol grips
The missile tip's impact hit you so hard, you shit through your dick
Official scripts strike when physical hits, you physical bitch
Watch for the imperial blitz, serious shit
Submit, subject to the wreck war tones and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone
Walk upon them Gotti tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terrordome spill from the guts
Trail to you pus from where you bust, in God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck
Clown, what? You'll get drowned in the cut while crowd round up
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!