Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worldwide Syndicates, artist - Maxim. Album song Hell's Kitchen, in the genre Date of issue: 01.10.2000
Record label: XL
Song language: English
Worldwide Syndicates |
| Yo, international hits goin’on |
| Yo, digital… satelite uplink |
| We ain’t talking about no lifestyle, gold cufflinks |
| Whatever, yo, yo, yo I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates |
| We touch the borders, the borders so delicate |
| I know the link between Wideworld Syndicates |
| We touch the borders, the borders so intricate |
| I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates |
| We touch the borders, the borders so delicate |
| I know the link between Wideworld Sydicates |
| Syndicates, syndicates! |
| Arrrghaaa! |
| Gaseous attack, I broadcast these facts |
| so the masses react |
| 'Cos we’re trapped in the Worldwide |
| Worldwide deception, stock markets crash |
| (?) start to hash |
| Deep in the torture, prisoners of war |
| It’s martial law, harsh and indoors |
| This New World Order, try manslaughter |
| Time on every borderline as the blind follow the blind |
| 2001: Space Odessey collapsin’the economy |
| Grim Reaper — maximum prodigy |
| Ain’t no hard drives, lookin’all pretty |
| We talk about Smart Cards, life in the city |
| it’s shitty. |
| WAAAAAGH! |
| *deep breaths* |
| I concentrate, contemplate |
| How can I take the weight? |
| URRGH, URRGH-AAAHH! |
| Wipe your tears for your son, Mom |
| Cos Vietnam was sorta like a high school prom |
| Prepared to take this destruction |
| Governments, got in construction |
| Your life will be worth less than dust then. |
| Actions to cover the earth with radiation. |
| Alert! |
| The ozone layer’s goin’to burst! |
| Death to the power of the sun |
| Hear it explained and clear, in your eardrum |
| New York to England, tight like a snare drum |
| Maxim, Poetic and Diamond J Help you find a way before mankind decays |
| La la-la, la la-la-ah-ah |
| La la-la, yo, yo, yo Inside this veritcal villages |
| Where we murder and pillage |
| and watch our own earth diminish |
| Niggas’store owners become album killers |
| I love them soldiers, they got no limits |
| Trap ya soul in it, niggas who flow with it Soul with it and start blowin’kisses |
| at young brothers in showbusiness |
| Paint a picture so vivid you can feel it What’s goin on in this *whoooooop-whoooop* |
| A confusin’time for all, everyone’s got to agree |
| The complex state of affairs — peer pressure |
| Who’s the aggressor? |
| Who’s the Spartacists? |
| Who can we trust? |
| What future lies before us? |
| I must stress — It’s down to intellect |
| Over-tiredness, over-exergtion, perversion |
| The strain, we put on the life game |
| Many men want to find the meaning to the colourful |
| palette of everyday scenarios |
| Touch of a button, violate nature’s laws |
| Big bad claws, neither mine, neither yours |
| We take this chaos, no respect |
| Do we have to wreck everything? |
| We have to take steps to protect all assets |
| Utilise our intellect — we cannot forget! |
| Too many wild cards in the pack, elusive |
| Characters, politicians to barristers, lunatics |
| madmen (?) and straight through to lecturers |
| The soul conquered (?) |
| Obscenity of hypocrisy, it’s genuine |
| I plan to ruin, I make a profit out of everything |
| Ranging from snakeskins to amphetamines |
| Precious stones, to bitumin |