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 |