Lyrics Judgement Day - Method Man

First, there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation
Then, when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up
We got the Plague, the Living Death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started

The last hardcore MCs were working on the cure, that would end the pestilence
Why?
I like the death
I like the misery
I like this world
The Final Frontier
These are the voyages of the Starship Tical

As I walk in the shadow of death
16 men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-X, you get splashed with the TEC
Nobody go 'til the god say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down like that

Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pump shotgun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hm, now what's this? Smell like fish

Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style, no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, player
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, judgement day

(Ten), let the countdown begin
(Nine), I was born in the mind
(Eight), take the head of a snake
(Seven), behold Armageddon
(Six), ain't no love for the rich
(Five), only strong will survive

(Four), 'cause we live by the sword
(Three), plus 60 degrees
(Two), for the black and the blue
(One), for the sun
Step into millennium

The name of this one is "Judgement day"
No more B.S., can't come out and play
Don't blame me, blame society
Type of chemistry for a live MC
Hands in the air like you just don't care
You all get a share, there's a party over here
Year 2000, keep bouncin'
T-Minus, 30 seconds and countin'

New York's finest, still wilding
Shaolin, at the full moon howling
Get 'til it's gone, Killer Bee kills
Only time will reveal like the words in the song
'Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggas don't got to pay my bills
P.L.O., pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let the garden grow

And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine
Darts pierce your heart like the Valentine
This my "Tale From the Crypt," that's sick
Bloodbath, body bags and shit
UFC fighting championships
G.I. Joes with the kung-fu grip
Now you don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, player

Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, judgement day
Come on, I said come on

(Ten), let the countdown begin
(Nine), I was born in the mind
(Eight), take the head of a snake
(Seven), behold Armageddon
(Six), ain't no love for the rich

(Five), only strong will survive
(Four), 'cause we live by the sword
(Three), plus 60 degrees
(Two), for the black and the blue
(One), for the sun
Step into millennium

As I walk in the shadow of death
16 men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-X, you get splashed with the TEC
Nobody go 'til the god say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down like that

Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pump shotgun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Hm, now what's this? Smell like fish

Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style, no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum
Niggas don't dare to step in the square
Kids ain't playing over here, player
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper calling, judgement day

(Ten), let the countdown begin
(Nine), I was born in the mind
(Eight), take the head of a snake
(Seven), behold Armageddon
(Six), ain't no love for the rich

(Five), only strong will survive
(Four), 'cause we live by the sword
(Three), plus 60 degrees
(Two), for the black and the blue
(One), for the sun
Step into millennium

Ten, nine
Eight, seven
Six, five
Four, three
Two, one
Step into millennium, uh, uh

Let the countdown begin
I was born in the mind
Take the head of a snake
Behold Armageddon
Ain't no love for the rich

Only strong will survive
'Cause we live by the sword
Plus 60 degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun
Grim Reaper calling, judgement day