Reelishymn Ras Kass

[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 1]
I'm a shadow of my former self
So as 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 my dues 'till I paid do nots
And never will what you say affect the outcome --
See, momma always told me opinions are like assholes;
Cuz everyone 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 jugular vein
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 parole
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 contemplated
So fuck being high Ras Kass is elevated