(Intro by Celph Titled)
It's the collapse of the earth as you know it. Holdin' it down, Celph Titled
In the same brigade with the universal Walkmen. Start the countdown...

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door" -- Method Man
*repeat 4X

(Celph Titled)
Recommendation, hold somethin' heavy, prepare for combat
Translation: Atomik n***as constantly stay blazin'
Every syllable spit is accurate, holdin' down the immaculate position
I call the shots, perform executive incisions
Speak to my own outside of language barriers for my brethren
The veteran who caught a piece of shrapnel from the Tower of Babel
Praise God, respect is due, while I'm infectin' you
Never spit rhymes in a cipher, I siphon blood from ya veins
With the straw the broke the camel's back, disrespect?
Never that, off the map, chrome nine design specialist
Leave deceased n***as with walkmans in their coffin blastin' my shit
Infinite longevity, reconstruct my structure with dyslexic lepersey
Malevolant ministries revealin' false prophecies, retrieved my past life
They called me Yahweh, slit the throat of Leviathan, slain sideways
Now I just made you a star, enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame
No room for garbage fake five-percent MCs in this real terrain
Drop your album on TDK, listen closely what our CD say
You couldn't put out one record if it was your life you had to pay
I'm feelin' this joint, I hope you n***as is to
Beef with one man in my crew therefore we strike back with the 7-S platoon
(Uh-huh...)