Ras Kass - Reelishymn lyrics
[Ras Kass - Reelishymn lyrics]
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
I'm a shadow of my former self
So as the sun sets west
I rock and slap box with hip-hop
Cuz it's 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
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
Who can I blame 'cause my skull
Can't contain these thought waves
My syntax hydroplanes as though my brain
Slides over liquidated grains of
Asphalt 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
'Cause life is all taxes and tombstones
So as flesh and bone I zone
My thoughts explode with rap shrapnel
Syntax that'll wax whack rappers
Into the past at 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 can't relate
Elevate and it's treated like elevator music
Cuz' nigga don't listen
But ridicule is the burden of genius
Have you ever seen this
Socioeconomic guillotine 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
Microscopic to fat pockets
Exploitation is the world's oldest occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican chicken
When a nigga gets jerked
Making me to revert to verses -
Versus snapping like your neighborhood
Post office worker
(yeah 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
Because 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 DOB
And label reps wanna play me
But I'm familiar with record
Company rule #4080: Fuck Luther and Sade
For taking food out my babies
Mouth denying sample clearance
I'm losing my mind, outer body experience
It's Paramount
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
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
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
I'm a shadow of my former self
So as the sun sets west
I rock and slap box with hip-hop
Cuz it's 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
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
Who can I blame 'cause my skull
Can't contain these thought waves
My syntax hydroplanes as though my brain
Slides over liquidated grains of
Asphalt 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
'Cause life is all taxes and tombstones
So as flesh and bone I zone
My thoughts explode with rap shrapnel
Syntax that'll wax whack rappers
Into the past at 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 can't relate
Elevate and it's treated like elevator music
Cuz' nigga don't listen
But ridicule is the burden of genius
Have you ever seen this
Socioeconomic guillotine 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
Microscopic to fat pockets
Exploitation is the world's oldest occupation
And it's the task of Jamaican chicken
When a nigga gets jerked
Making me to revert to verses -
Versus snapping like your neighborhood
Post office worker
(yeah 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
Because 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 DOB
And label reps wanna play me
But I'm familiar with record
Company rule #4080: Fuck Luther and Sade
For taking food out my babies
Mouth denying sample clearance
I'm losing my mind, outer body experience
It's Paramount
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
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