Well I I'm going out of my head Yes, I think I'm out of my head, I I'm, think I'm, think I'm.... Life's a bitch then you come back... Yo! the realness...
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I'm a shadow of my self So when the sun west, I rock and slap box with 'cause its much harder to get than it is to fall off and flop I payed til I paid do nots. And never will what you say affect the outcome -- See, always told me opinions are like assholes; 'cause has got one. But you couldn't tell me if I stepped in it. I enter psychosis, paranormal, focus I perplex niggas and niggettes, I play this rap closer than gilettes against the neck and juglar vien Blowing out my own fucking brain lead projectiles, Bled when I project and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence And since I'm I take the risk, forced to hustle ''cause raw power moves, require muscle I'm going out trife Already got one strike, two and that's life without possibility of Having to stroll in my ain't easy Lookin' forward to 3 hots from a cell block fuckin' my nigga feel me? if it ain't the cancer sticks I hit this hypertension's gonna kill me And fuck a platinum plaque, all I want is a dap And enough snaps to put clothes on my daughters Steph. See this without an optometrist I'm stuck in the middle of this - Like ya gynacologist. Make a radio hit - headz it; Underground classic - nobody it: So, rap is And everything up sounds redundant But talks and bullshit does 9 flat in the hundred And goddamn if I don't slam my in danger So I'm coming out like unborn baby's with And chronic stress is comtemplated so fuck being Ras Kass is elevated
Well I think I'm going out of my head, reelishymn, Yes, I I'm going out of my head, reelishymn, reelishymn Well I think I'm going out of my Yes, I I'm going out of my head
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Who can I blame 'cause my skull contain these thought waves My hydroplanes as though my brain over liquidated grains of asphault caught cranial calluses Over analysis to paralysis, mediocrity my nemesis Try to every radical feminist I meet, call it engage and defeat That's the why black men hide in the womb, homes life is all taxes and tombstones So as flesh and bone I my thoughts explode with rap shranel syntax; That'll wax to the past, and present the of Ras Kass lies in the Like the coronal So I write truly fat shit for the core But I wonder does it really exist? 'cause true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be Niggas relate Elevate and its treated like elevator 'cause' nigga listen But ridicle is the of genius Have you ever seen this socioeconomic rip? A hopes and dreams And now I'm to believe that life is all about CREAM I'm living a life idealistically principle over But realistically good intentions are to fat pockets Exploitation is world's oldest And it's the task of Jamaican when a nigga gets jerked Causing me to revert to - Versus snapping like your post office worker (Before the and Rappages) Niggas said my rhyme wasn't fly now I have the juice like Epps And I Fools be on my dick foreskin But before then, so now when niggas prop me I'm skeptical Be'cause this rap is extremely unethical And slight notoriety comes anxiety Now I'm supposed to play celebrity nobody celebrated me at my D.O.B And label reps wanna me; But I'm familar with company rule #4080: Fuck and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying sample I'm my mind Outter body experience paranormal I say it ain't all good So fuck the world with an AIDS dildo (doggy style) Life's a bitch named -- you only get one -- I'm trapped in this of pathology
And I think I'm going out of my head, check it, reelishymn, Yes, I think I'm out of my head, check it out, reelishymn, Well I I'm going out of my head, reelishymn, reelishymn Yes, I think I'm going out of my head, it's the Well, I think I'm x 7, Yes, I I'm x 7...