[Intro]
Yea, man, this that old Electric Company, man
Ay, Attack the Block, count it down
Talib Kweli, Z-Trip
This a prelude to P.O.C
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
[Hook]
Better strap your boots up, time is running low low
Clock’s running down, gotta run, gotta go go
Bet it ain’t safe here, only getting worse now
Fighting for survival, only way we know how
Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky
[But the sky saying nothing, we failed but tried?]
We stand and we breathe and we push and we go
And we run, run, run ‘til we can’t no more
Yea, the final countdown
The countdown to Armageddon
Chuck got it right
He got it right, y’all
[Verse 1]
Eleven pipers piping, they lying just like the reverend
Seven represent the divine, the devil triple six
Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa
Never trust nobody, commandment number three
And players only love you when they playing, word to Stevie Nicks
Yea and numbers never lie, they simply plead the fifth
No I’m not quite on the edge but I can see the cliff
And niggas out here snitch for a dire slice and some pita chips
Now they reading the script, niggas get beat up quick
Stomped out, shipped, probably why we call our sneakers kicks
Industry niggas is tweaking because they need a hit
Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because we need a list
Confusing God with the rules you obey
We came to win, no it’s never no game, we don’t play
Yea I’m so sick of rappers that spoil your whole day
You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay, hey!
Yea, man, this that old Electric Company, man
Ay, Attack the Block, count it down
Talib Kweli, Z-Trip
This a prelude to P.O.C
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
Attack the Block, Attack the Block
[Hook]
Better strap your boots up, time is running low low
Clock’s running down, gotta run, gotta go go
Bet it ain’t safe here, only getting worse now
Fighting for survival, only way we know how
Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky
[But the sky saying nothing, we failed but tried?]
We stand and we breathe and we push and we go
And we run, run, run ‘til we can’t no more
Yea, the final countdown
The countdown to Armageddon
Chuck got it right
He got it right, y’all
[Verse 1]
Eleven pipers piping, they lying just like the reverend
Seven represent the divine, the devil triple six
Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa
Never trust nobody, commandment number three
And players only love you when they playing, word to Stevie Nicks
Yea and numbers never lie, they simply plead the fifth
No I’m not quite on the edge but I can see the cliff
And niggas out here snitch for a dire slice and some pita chips
Now they reading the script, niggas get beat up quick
Stomped out, shipped, probably why we call our sneakers kicks
Industry niggas is tweaking because they need a hit
Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because we need a list
Confusing God with the rules you obey
We came to win, no it’s never no game, we don’t play
Yea I’m so sick of rappers that spoil your whole day
You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay, hey!
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