Numerology

[Intro]

Yea, man, this that old Electric Company, man

Ay, Attack the Block, count it down

Talib Kweli, Z-Trip

This a prelude to P.O.C

Attack the Block, Attack the Block

Attack the Block, Attack the Block

[Hook]

Better strap your boots up, time is running low low

Clock’s running down, gotta run, gotta go go

Bet it ain’t safe here, only getting worse now

Fighting for survival, only way we know how

Backs to the wall, so we looking to the sky

[But the sky saying nothing, we failed but tried?]

We stand and we breathe and we push and we go

And we run, run, run ‘til we can’t no more

Yea, the final countdown

The countdown to Armageddon

Chuck got it right

He got it right, y’all

[Verse 1]

Eleven pipers piping, they lying just like the reverend

Seven represent the divine, the devil triple six

Five is the stigmata, according to Big Poppa

Never trust nobody, commandment number three

And players only love you when they playing, word to Stevie Nicks

Yea and numbers never lie, they simply plead the fifth

No I’m not quite on the edge but I can see the cliff

And niggas out here snitch for a dire slice and some pita chips

Now they reading the script, niggas get beat up quick

Stomped out, shipped, probably why we call our sneakers kicks

Industry niggas is tweaking because they need a hit

Reading from the Anarchist Cookbook because we need a list

Confusing God with the rules you obey

We came to win, no it’s never no game, we don’t play

Yea I’m so sick of rappers that spoil your whole day

You a boss? No, you softer than oil of Olay, hey!

[Hook]

Break it, break it, break it, break it

[Verse 2]

Eleven ? knowledge you never learned in college

Seven is the number that God is equality, six

Five is power of famine

Wisdom lead to understanding that’s th-th-th-th-th-three-three

Final hour, the devil will cower behind the towers

I got a cavity ‘cause the victory sweet, the defeat sour

This coward will stop at nothing if clutching on to his power

He can feel it slipping away down the drain like he in the shower

Think he the shit ‘cause he pocket the key to the master lock

Attack the block, he like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, attack the flock

It’s that Talib Kweli man, God MC in red like a stop sign

2012 ended your world but not mine

[Outro]