Well I think I'm going out of my Yes, I think I'm out of my head, I think I'm, think I'm, I'm.... a bitch then you never come back... Yo! the realness...
One:
I'm a shadow of my former So the sun sets west, I rock and box with hip-hop; 'cause its much harder to get props it is to fall off and flop I payed til I paid do nots. And never will what you say affect the outcome -- See, momma told me opinions are like assholes; everyone 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 shit closer than gilettes against the and juglar vien Blowing out my own fucking without lead projectiles, Bled when I project styles and meanwhile, existence is a life And I'm broke I take the risk, forced to hustle ''cause raw power moves, require knowing I'm going out trife got one strike, two more and that's life without possibility of Having to in my shoes ain't easy Lookin' forward to 3 hots from a cell fuckin' my fifi nigga feel me? ''cause if it ain't the cancer sticks I hit this hypertension's kill me And fuck a platinum plaque, all I is a niggas dap And snaps to put clothes on my daughters back Steph. See this without an I'm stuck in the middle of this bitch - ya momma's gynacologist. Make a radio hit - headz it; classic - nobody buys it: So, rap is And blowing up sounds redundant But money talks and bullshit 9 flat in the hundred And goddamn if I slam my wallets in danger So I'm coming out like unborn with hangers And stress is comtemplated so fuck being high Ras Kass is elevated
Well I I'm going out of my head, reelishymn, reelishymn Yes, I think I'm going out of my head, reelishymn, Well I think I'm out of my head Yes, I I'm going out of my head
Verse
Who can I 'cause my skull can't contain these thought waves My syntax hydroplanes as my brain Slides over liquidated grains of asphault caught calluses Over analysis leads to paralysis, mediocrity my Try to fuck every feminist I meet, call it engage and defeat That's the why black men hide in the womb, homes 'cause life is all and tombstones So as flesh and I zone my thoughts explode with rap shranel syntax; That'll wax to the past, and the future of Ras Kass lies in the Like the suture So I write truly fat shit for the audience But sometimes I wonder it really exist? 'cause true lyricists in Joe Public be dissin don't relate Elevate and its treated like music nigga don't listen But is the burden of genius Have you seen this socioeconomic gullitine rip? A hopes and dreams And now I'm to believe that life is all about CREAM I'm living a idealistically principle over profit But realistically good intentions are to fat pockets Exploitation is world's occupation And it's the task of Jamaican when a nigga gets jerked Causing me to to verses - snapping like your neighborhood post office worker (Before the and Rappages) Niggas said my rhyme fly now I have the juice like Omar Epps And I Fools be on my dick foreskin But what before then, so now when niggas prop me I'm Be'cause this rap shit is extremely And slight notoriety comes anxiety Now I'm to play celebrity when nobody celebrated me at my D.O.B And label reps play me; But I'm familar with record company #4080: Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying sample I'm losing my Outter body experience paranormal I say it ain't all good So fuck the world an AIDS infected dildo (doggy style) Life's a bitch monogamy -- you only get one -- I'm trapped in path of pathology
And I think I'm going out of my head, it, reelishymn, reelishymn Yes, I think I'm out of my head, check it out, reelishymn, Well I think I'm going out of my head, reelishymn, Yes, I I'm going out of my head, it's the reelishymn Well, I think I'm x 7, Yes, I I'm x 7...