Lyrics:
him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, Brooklyn that's where I'm from
(Number one)
Gr pow mo skippa
Anche se fai il grande devi stare sit down
Click clak non facciamo gr pow blabla
È partito il countdown nel pack no rap no cap
Sto
Ho l affanno ogni volta che ti vedo
Ed un tuo sguardo riempie il silenzio
E starei ore senza dire nulla
Quando ti abbraccio e cado nell'immenso
Forse
that I learned the phrase grunge music by watching MTV
I tuned in one day and they were having the Smells Like Grunge countdown
And of course number one
don't think you want me to explode
It's the countdown
It took you too long to find out
What you want, right now
I'm too gone to stay around
Switching up
The word play we display
Can only convey the vibe when they DJ
Colonial rep but far from the empecee
Feel sorry for those who by stand innocently
[U-God]
Countdown...
Are you ready? Are you mad inside?
Got you strapped down to your seats
Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God
Countdown 'til you come off your rails
And it ain't going well
You've been running up bills
You had to cancel your cards for shooting out street
If I have understood correctly
Velocity equals the distance traveled
Divided by time
I've read every word ever printed
On quantum physics
The countdown has come to an end, man tearing apart at the seams
Catatonic, from what is seen
Paralysed by the sight, nightmares
Materialize, the end of time
feel? No more rules, no more chances
Are we really looked down on?
Countdown is starting, are you ready?
Be careful you'll be kicked out by us you
No more rules, no more chances
Are we really looked down on?
Countdown is starting
Are you ready?
Be careful you'll be kicked out by us you don't care
Burn with me
Let the anger fuel the flame
Flesh to ash
Let the hammer fall how it may
A ticking timebomb lit by a fuse
An endless countdown only
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
Tick tock hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say
Will tomorrow be too late
Feel
gang non farlo
Brilliamo nel cielo cintura di Orione
Sai che è passato solo un anno
E voglio ancora sapere ma tu scemo che cazzo ti flexi
Qui la tua tipa
Sarò conciso e sarò celere
Messo in questo tempo
Spero in Dio, senza credere
Andiamo ce la posso fare, ti vedo Cosmo
Sebbene sfidare mio padre,
Arriviamo al club in un mezzo nero
Non mi sposto di un metro
Nel locale non ti vedo nemmeno
Nella testa solo gli euro
Questi pesos non li peso
(Coming on forty-five minute point in our countdown
Everything going smoothly
T-minus 45 minutes and counting
Coming up on t-minus 40 minutes
of all the yapping, little nigga I'm your OG (woo)
My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year's Eve (come on)
And she countdown to the D,
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another posthumous release by Tupac
Which raises the question
Where are these songs coming from?
of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming
On a world of make-believe
And the ending that I still don't understand
[Chorus:]
It's a bad love story
That I've had to learn by heart
'Cause I've
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
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