Текст песни Maxim f Chris Corner - Worldwide Syndicates
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[Intro - Maxim]Yo, international hits goin` onYo, digital....satelite uplinkWe ain`t talking about no lifestyle, gold cufflinksWhatever, yo, yo, yo[Hook - Maxim]I know the link between Wideworld SydicatesWe touch the borders, the borders so delicateI know the link between Wideworld SyndicatesWe touch the borders, the borders so intricateI know the link between Wideworld SydicatesWe touch the borders, the borders so delicateI know the link between Wideworld SydicatesSyndicates, syndicates![Chris Corner]Arrrghaaa! Gaseous attack, I broadcast these factsso the masses react`Cos we`re trapped in the WorldwideWorldwide deception, stock markets crash(?) start to hashDeep in the torture, prisoners of warIt`s martial law, harsh and indoorsThis New World Order, try manslaughterTime on every borderline as the blind follow the blind2001: Space Odessey collapsin` the economyGrim Reaper - maximum prodigy Ain`t no hard drives, lookin` all pretty We talk about Smart Cards, life in the cityit`s shitty. WAAAAAGH! *deep breaths*I concentrate, contemplateHow can I take the weight? URRGH, URRGH-AAAHH!Wipe your tears for your son, MomCos Vietnam was sorta like a high school promPrepared to take this destructionGovernments, got in constructionYour life will be worth less than dust then.Actions to cover the earth with radiation. Alert!The ozone layer`s goin` to burst!(?) Death to the power of the sunHear it explained and clear, in your eardrumNew York to England, tight like a snare drumMaxim, Poetic and Diamond JHelp you find a way before mankind decaysLa la-la, la la-la-ah-ahLa la-la, yo, yo, yoInside this veritcal villagesWhere we murder and pillageand watch our own earth diminishNiggas` store owners become album killersI love them soldiers, they got no limitsTrap ya soul in it, niggas who flow with itSoul with it and start blowin` kissesat young brothers in showbusinessPaint a picture so vivid you can feel it[Hook][Maxim]What`s goin on in this *whoooooop-whoooop*A confusin` time for all, everyone`s got to agreeThe complex state of affairs - peer pressureWho`s the aggressor? Who`s the Spartacists?Who can we trust? What future lies before us?I must stress - It`s down to intellectOver-tiredness, over-exergtion, perversionThe strain, we put on the life gameMany men want to find the meaning to the colourfulpalette of everyday scenariosTouch of a button, violate nature`s lawsBig bad claws, neither mine, neither yoursWe take this chaos, no respect Do we have to wreck everything?We have to take steps to protect all assetsUtilise our intellect - we cannot forget!Too many wild cards in the pack, elusiveCharacters, politicians to barristers, lunaticsmadmen (?) and straight through to lecturersThe soul conquered (?)Obscenity of hypocrisy, it`s genuineI plan to ruin, I make a profit out of everythingRanging from snakeskins to amphetaminesPrecious stones, to bitumin[Hook]