Mad World Ft. Grand Scheme - Ruthless Tactics | Текст песни

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• Mad World Ft. Grand Scheme
• Ruthless Tactics

[Intro: Mad World]
Yeah, it's Mad World, what up Half-Life? Doin' it..

[Verse 1: Davey Rickz]
This is the dawning of a new age
The Pope gave his blessing for the Crusades
You pray; I define the meaning that is true pain
Screw sane, insanity grabbing me, I am Two-Face
Run up on your shit with grenades and a bull's rage
Thirty-Eight leave your body in a cruel state
Fuck the Narcos, the jail cell is a fool's cage
Yeah, and you ain't fuckin' with us
You packin' metal, too? Well, we'll turn it to rust
Turn your bones into dust, in your homes it will bust
I'll kill the fuckin' presidential clone you entrust
Turn your dome into mush, with the forty-four magnum
I'mma take it straight to his front door and tag him
Bag him, and snag him, and eat the remains
Take a fork and a knife to his feet to his brains
From the street to the plains, Mad World will cause strife
Gut people, and pass knives with Half-Life
Yeah, cause we the rawest around
I'll hammer-fist your dome 'til your jaw hits the ground
His guard is down, I can see the fear in your eyes
Better be scared, because the Devil's here in disguise
Hearing your lies; saying you believe in the power of Christ
I come hungry, and I wanna devour his life
I lurk in the darkness, in the hours of night
Break into the church and piss into the Chalice of Christ

[Verse 2: Ishtar Terror]
Yeah..
Illuminati triple six, teach you all the basics
The Freemasons hold the razor-blades on the slave ships
Places everybody [?], you will grave-dig
The O-zone's depleted, that's the reason for the heating of the glaciers
Flood-gate apocalyptic cities turn, I watch the cities burn
Read between the lines and maybe you will learn
Bodies churn
A thousand stacks of rack: human bones, chromosomes
The Holy Ghost turn the bodies into comatose
Verbal overdose, verbal over-gross
Puffin' on that green will make you scream like a Gyarados
I got the most weaponry, Ish-terrorist, Ish-perilous
The experiment: burn a Denny's settlement
Always spittin' fresh like a peppermint
Always on my excellence, you'll never get the best of us
I'm ashamed of ya, I'm sippin' at the festivals
I'm always fuckin' drunk, I'll take a shit up on your vestibule
I'm not compatible with rappers wearing tight jeans
A knife gleams; welcome to a nightmare, no more nice dreams or pipe dreams
Step inside a place where no more light beams
I'm pullin' down my pants, bitch come and bite these
If you don't like me, that's fine; come and fight me
The color red all up on my white Nike's
I must admit, that was a nice scheme
Now I wait around, waiting for the Lord to come and smite me

[Verse 3: Grand Scheme]
Yo..
I'm ready, willing, and able to slay you with a syllable
And pistol-whip you so quick, I'll fuck around and cripple you
I spit foul, disembowel you like pagan rituals
My freestyle kill the illest written shit you listen to
I write your verses in my sleep, shit is pitiful
I'm perfect on the beat, and I ain't even reach my pinnacle
This pivotal, consider me to be a man of principle
Beat you half to death, and let you live with what I did to you
I'm sinister and cynical, you're miserable and minuscule
On the brink of suicide, cause ain't nobody feelin' you
I find it irresistible to diss these imbeciles
You fit the description of plagiarism, I'm original
Unpredictable, but yet I'm depicted in prophecies
I'll body-beat shit down your leg, fuck an apology
If rap music's losing it's essence, pay me a finder's fee
You can't touch me, like prison visiting-room policy
Honestly, being defeated doesn't exist to me
Regardless of the beat, it's gonna be a flawless victory
You're talking shit, but when I harness my ability
I'm strong enough to swim through quicksand with muscular dystrophy
You wannabe motherfuckers gotta be kiddin' me
My rhythm and delivery causes bodily injury
Desecrate your dignity and finish you officially
Face the aftermath and surrender yourself willingly