Grand Scheme - Ruthless Tactics lyrics

[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 sh** with grenades and a bull's rage Thirty-Eight leave your body in a cruel state f** the Narcos, the jail cell is a fool's cage Yeah, and you ain't f**in' 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 k** the f**in' 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 pa** 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 f**in' drunk, I'll take a sh** 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, b**h 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 f** around and cripple you I spit foul, disembowel you like pagan rituals My freestyle k** the illest written sh** you listen to I write your verses in my sleep, sh** 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 d**h, 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 sh** down your leg, f** 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 sh**, but when I harness my ability I'm strong enough to swim through quicksand with muscular dystrophy You wannabe motherf**ers 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