Mentally Mad - Ultramagnetic MC's

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!

Mental!

Mentally mad!

Mental!

Mentally mad!

Mentally mad!

Mentally mad!

Mentally mad!

Mentally mad!

Mentally mad!.

*Fades*