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