[Chorus]

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 'til 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

'Cause 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 three hots from a cell block fuckin' my fifi nigga feel me?

'Cause 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 your momma's gynacologist

Make a radio hit - heads 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 babies with hangers

And chronic stress is contemplated

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 2]

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

Tryna 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?

'Cause true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin'

Niggas can't relate

Elevate and its treated like elevator music

'Cause 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 D.O.B

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

[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... [fade]