![Mentally Mad - Ultramagnetic MC's](https://cdn.muztext.com/i/328475403743925347.jpg)
Date of issue: 17.05.2004
Record label: Next Plateau Entertainment, Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
Mentally Mad |
with the power ammunition |
bombs and hand grenades |
are concealed |
to blow your? |
Up |
distort your blood vessels |
with treble, dissolvin human skin |
Into liquid, flaming acid |
As we enter your skull, cause we’re mental |
Mentally mad! |
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? |
I’m like a sniper, when unloadin my gun |
I got the ducks 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 aiming, I’m searching 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! |
Just like a time bomb, I blow up your arm |
Alarm -- check it |
When a suckers want 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 massacre |
In space, as I, proceed to erase |
And alleviate, furthermore dictate, my type |
Of pressure, which crush the human skull |
Into mess, there’s no contest |
I’m the best, and nevertheless I’m mental |
Mentally mad! |
I’m mental! |
Son, I’m mentally mad! |
Mental! |
Mentally mad! |
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 moving 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’m a 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! |
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Mentally mad!. |
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