Mentally Mad (`97 Remix) — текст песни (Ultramagnetic MC`s)


[Ced] With the power ammunition
[Kool] bombs and hand grenades
[Ced] are concealed
[Kool] to blow your ? up
[Ced] Distort your blood vessels
[BOTH] WITH TREBLE, DISSOLVIN HUMAN SKIN
INTO LIQUID, FLAMING ACID
AS WE ENTER YOUR SKULL, CAUSE WE`RE MENTAL
MENTALLY MAD!
[Ced] Aiyyo Keith, I know you tired of all this
(I`m tryin to tell you now!)
But tell me son, how mentally deranged are you?

[Kool Keith]
I`m like a sniper, when unloadin my gun
I got the suckers paranoid and they`re on the run
to the next corner, while I shoot up a forest
out of nowhere, bullets coming your way
Just duck, grab your girl and sway
I`m aimin, I`m searchin for the brain
that I need to destruct any lyric combined
as well as designed
to behold, and tell the untold
I`m crazy, destructive any radical
I love static, I got a automatic
If a sucker don`t believe, touch my pocket
padding, just feel the steel barrel
Please look out, and watch your next cookout
while I stake out, and find a person to rust
cause I`m MENTAL, MENTALLY MAD!

[Ced Gee]
Just like a timebomb, I blow up your arm
Alarm -- check it
And when a sucker ask to battle me, I`m very calm
Manipulated plans, to blow away you germs
a term, that I use like glue
To confuse, plus move you
more and more, to the level of a black hole
in space, as I, proceed to erase
and alleviate, furthermore dictate, my pace
of pressure, which crush the human skull
into mess, there`s no contest
I`m ?, and nevertheless I`m MENTAL
MENTALLY MAD!

I`m MENTAL!
Son, I`m MENTALLY MAD!
MENTAL!
MENTALLY MAD!

[Kool Keith]
Well I`m a revolutionist, with skills to Malcolm X
to improve my intellect, while another man checks
my information, relayed identity
I`m John Doe, and far for him to see
I`m known as terrorist, well armed and dangerous
I run committees, connect cities to cities
and overseas, I`m movin quick as a breeze
into a meeting, with flame I will be heating
up the booby trap, while suckers take naps
and go to sleep, I`ma sneak up and peep
like a Tom, I`m here to blow up your arm
with a rifle, me, I`m more trifle
I should be towers, call me the Eiffel in Paris
London, even Rome
I won`t quit til I break off your dome
cause I`m MENTAL, MENTALLY MAD!
MENTAL!
MENTALLY MAD!
MENTAL!
MENTALLY MAD!
MENTAL!
MENTALLY MAD!
MENTALLY MAD! MENTALLY MAD! MENTALLY MAD!
MENTALLY MAD! MENTALLY MAD! .. *fades*



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