Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life After Mental, artist - Grits. Date of issue: 02.11.1998
Song language: English
Life After Mental |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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’mma 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 |