| with the power ammunition
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| bombs and hand grenades
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| are concealed
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| to blow your? |
| Up
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| distort your blood vessels
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| with treble, dissolvin human skin
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| Into liquid, flaming acid
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| As we enter your skull, cause we’re mental
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| Mentally mad!
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| aiyyo keith, I know you tired of all this
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| («i'm tryin to tell you now!»)
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| But tell me son, how mentally deranged are you?
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| I’m like a sniper, when unloadin my gun
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| I got the ducks paranoid and they’re on the run
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| To the next corner, while I shoot up a forest
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| Out of nowhere, bullets coming your way
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| Just duck, grab your girl and sway
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| I’m aiming, I’m searching for the brain
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| That I need to destruct any lyric combined
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| As well as designed
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| To behold, and tell the untold
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| I’m crazy, destructive any radical
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| I love static, I got a automatic
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| If a sucker don’t believe, touch my pocket
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| Padding, just feel the steel barrel
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| Please look out, and watch your next cookout
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| While I stake out, and find a person to rust
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| Cause I’m mental, mentally mad!
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| Just like a time bomb, I blow up your arm
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| Alarm -- check it
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| When a suckers want to battle me, I’m very calm
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| Manipulated plans, to blow away you germs
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| A term, that I use like glue
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| To confuse, plus move you
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| More and more, to the level of a massacre
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| In space, as I, proceed to erase
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| And alleviate, furthermore dictate, my type
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| Of pressure, which crush the human skull
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| Into mess, there’s no contest
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| I’m the best, and nevertheless I’m mental
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| Mentally mad!
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| I’m mental!
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| Son, I’m mentally mad!
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| Mental!
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| Mentally mad!
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| Well I’m a revolutionist, with skills to Malcolm X
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| To improve my intellect, while another man checks
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| My information, relayed identity
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| I’m john doe, and far for him to see
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| I’m known as terrorist, well armed and dangerous
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| I run committees, connect cities to cities
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| And overseas, I’m moving quick as a breeze
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| Into a meeting, with flame I will be heating
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| Up the booby trap, while suckers take naps
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| And go to sleep, I’m a sneak up and peep
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| Like a tom, I’m here to blow up your arm
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| With a rifle, me, I’m more trifle
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| I should be towers, call me the Eiffel in Paris
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| London, even Rome
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| I won’t quit til I break off your dome
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| Cause I’m mental, mentally mad!
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| Mental!
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| Mentally mad!
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| Mental!
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| Mentally mad!
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| Mental!
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| Mentally mad!
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| Mentally mad! |
| Mentally mad! |
| Mentally mad!
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| Mentally mad! |
| Mentally mad!. |
| *Fades* |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mentally Mad, artist - Ultramagnetic MC's. Album song Critical Beatdown (Re-Issue), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп