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Grits - Life After Mental lyrics
[Bonafide] I keep comin' at you Lyrical raptures capture you Only if your soul is ready I comin' after you Bodysnatchin' you and dismantlin' your crew It's Tennesseeans wit nouns and verbs agreein' Wit higher being Sendin' messages Spreadin' through your chest it's just Blessings from conception rearrangin' your perception This planetary lyricist At least that's what the Source quotes Resurrectin' hip-hop on a higher plateau We crept low Movin' slow with intention to blow Carry loads of flows for those who doubt and didn't know And circumstances deep in crime intense seat back in the Center of my body structure Ready to rupture At times I sat back to think again and again How I broke the golden rule by doing business with friends My mind traveled paths on a search to be free Suspicion felt corruption had a piece of Gotee Success had me stressed like the G-Mo-B Cee-Lo's verse on "Thought Process" was the description of me But them again I caught the vision that was given within As a child rockin' mirrors wishin' I was Rakim On stage Engagin' state to state Rampages, airplay, videos, and stretch black limos The dream that seemed impossible But now I'm doin' show for thousands Savin' souls through least Lacin' spirits concrete And the belief that I inject on beats Deplete God's word that is instilled in me To the masses 'til I feel my mission here is complete And it's essential That this is my life after mental (Chorus) 2X Mental's over It's the dawn of a new day Out with the old Different messages to relay Mental's gone It's time to do it up again The past is behind Life after will begin [Coffee] Now let's talk Gather to see who can talk the most noise on an album You the listeners decide the outcome How come It's our second record without Mental... gettin' the recognition it deserved This Christian industry is gettin' on my nerve Serves us right for thinkin' they would believe our vision Give us proper support But when it got hectic Mission abort Poor sports is what they called us Now that's crazy All cause we wanted to be pushed Not ambushed and pulled Off the shelves for being ourselves Unlike no one else But still they made comparisons How Un-American Strivin' in the midst of warzones and red tape They try to hold us back But it's the black in me that makes me create Colorful collages hang on the walls of garages No mirages What you see is what you get Ah, that's that hit Ah shoots you know I'm in cohoots With the higher power Sprinkle me with spirital showers Drinks anyone Pourin' glasses of Tang If you're drinkin' from me, the flavor's lemon meringue I'ma be me despite the shackles of the industry Bump they last chances God engineers my circumstances And hey I think I like that He's the one I confine in Never dealin' shady and lettin' the enemy slide in This rap game is all I got to maintain It keeps me sane in my life After mental (Chorus) 2X |
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