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



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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



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