Mentally Mad ('97 Remix)

[Ced] With the power ammunition [Kool] bombs and hand grenades [Ced] are concealed [Kool] to blow your ? up [Ced] Distort your blood vessels [BOTH] WITH TREBLE, DISSOLVIN HUMAN SKIN INTO LIQUID, FLAMING ACID AS WE ENTER YOUR SKULL, CAUSE WE'RE MENTAL MENTALLY MAD! [Ced] 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? [Kool Keith] I'm like a sniper, when unloadin my gun I got the suckers 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 aimin, I'm searchin 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! [Ced Gee] Just like a timebomb, I blow up your arm Alarm -- check it And when a sucker ask 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 black hole In space, as I, proceed to erase And alleviate, furthermore dictate, my pace Of pressure, which crush the human skull Into mess, there's no contest I'm ?, and nevertheless I'm MENTAL MENTALLY MAD! I'm MENTAL! Son, I'm MENTALLY MAD! MENTAL! MENTALLY MAD! [Kool Keith] 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 movin 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'ma 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*