Final Countdown Lyrics

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