Текст песни Mad Hard - Idylll

Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Yeah, this is a prelude, hah
I said, this is a prelude
(Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard)

This is a prelude to the same suit
They use to reclaim your brain food
I debuted and made a snake mute
With more speed than there is in Quake two
Let's say truths
I don't need a spacesuit when I'm in outer space, dude
I made moods, and if you stay loose
I'll eat you like chowder, turn you purple, pink and grey, too

And most who face me go crazy and change into goop
I soak Mercedes, flow vaguely and strange, it ensues loops
I quote who pays me, woah, maybe change is refused, fruits
I reap, note the space please, below mainly mage and a doomed youth
I over E is 367, my tongue is magnum
Magma leaking from my Adam's apple, address it
Always sat in that crevice, sideways thread stitch the headless
Highways lack any message, typeface shed glitches, breathless

Now I said this twice, spread the message of ingestin' bread and rice
Head of lice, the lead is spiked
And depending on your view, your neck is spiced
Don't tread on mine or you're dead as life, both we dread the sights
So let's roll the dice
Control a side and we'll let your bones decide

Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad hard, mad hard
Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad hard, mad hard
Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad hard, mad hard
Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad, mad, mad

Fuck the fables, they don't have a clue on where the flame comes
Don't trust the drugged-up angels
Ash-like plumes fuel strained lungs
Once it rain crumbs, the unloved run like cables
Duel, but aim nothing
The one, who comes, gives pulse and a few punctures
Hearsay we trust in
I'm sick of discussion, you pumpkins get stuffed in an oven
I spit liquid tungsten, you function like a handcuffed kid

An abundance of sudden corruption has flooded consumption
And productions are done in, introductions have long been abducted
I make my own drums, and fuck it if no one loves it
I take guys known from bands, tuck them in a shoguns gloves quick
If you're buzzin'
About a hundred other people want a piece of what you're guzzlin'
Fish for ducklings, brother equal
Bond then cease, struck cause of sufferin'

Do you who wasn't? Nobody as far as I'm discoverin'
So cry me a grimy river 'cause you're unlikely to stop stutterin'
And find me a slightly bitter God
And politely swat his fuckin' teeth
On my outfit they'll tug
And they'll act blindly until caught covering

Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad hard, mad hard
Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad hard, mad hard
Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad hard, mad hard
Ill funk material, you know my style mad hard
Mad, mad, mad