I'm so Rick Ross wit it, yo every line's cocaine
So Slick Rick all I need is a rope chain
I'm Wutang back in nine three
Shaolin kung-fu wit no tai chi
Run the street my team is so Mobb Deep
K2 peak, level is beyond reach
Deeper than the mind of Ghandi
That's why I make em sound foolish like Ashanti
I say shit like... Mandarin, let ten ring play ya role
Chances are you still wouldn't get it though
I'm the fork in the road that you gotta take
The last line on the page when you outta space
Hear a lot of fake rappers who be tryna spit
Everything they print now sounds counterfeit
Heavy punchline champ every counter fit
Haven't met a mic yet I wasn't down to rip
I'm nice wit it it's a known fact
So I'm a stand my ground never fall back
I could hear them all talking from sideline
Final countdown feeling like it's my time, yeah
Final countdown, final countdown
Final countdown, feeling like it's my time
Final countdown, final countdown
Final countdown, feeling like it's my time
I'm so Don King wit it, yo I could sell any fight (So)
Whatever I write compare it to Mike (Which Mike?)
Tyson, we can spar for the night (But)
The right swing a have you scared for ya life
No standing eight count when we bump fist
Mayweather wit the hits yeah I punch quick
Ya heart'll skip a beat when the drum kick
Always down to air lines if ya son trip
First class of the new school
I'm still rapping like only a few do
Give you that real type city feel
You ain't in my ballpark man I'm really ill
No vaccine for the hazmat team
They gotta quarantine the whole rap scene
Zombie outbreak you could call it that
When they thought the game died man I brought it back
I'm nice wit' it it's a know fact
So i'm a stand my ground never fall back
I could hear them all talking from the sideline
Final countdown, feeling like it's my time
Final countdown, final countdown
Final countdown, feeling like it's my time
Final countdown, final countdown
Final countdown, feeling like it's my time