I keep coming at you,
Lyrical raptures capture you, only if your soul is ready,
I coming after you, body-snatching you and dismantling your crew,
It's Tennesseeans with nouns and verbs agreeing with higher beings,
Sending messages, spreading through your chest,
It's just blessings from conception, rearranging your perception,
This planetary lyricist, at least that's what the source quotes, resurrecting hip-hop on a higher plateau,
We crept low, moving 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 centre 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 travelled 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, then again, I caught the vision that was given within,
As a child rocking mirrors, wishing I was Rakim,
On stage, engaging state to state,
Rampages, airplay, videos, and stretch black limos,
The dream that seemed impossible, but now I'm doing show for thousands,
Saving souls through least,
Lacing spirits concrete is 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,
"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 all 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" getting the recognition it deserved'
This Christian industry is getting on my nerve,
Serves us right for thinking 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,
Striving in the midst of war zones and red tape,
They try to hold us back, but it's the black in me that makes me create,
Colourful 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 cahoots with the higher power,
Sprinkle me with spiritual showers,
"Drinks anyone'" - pouring glasses of Tang,
If you're drinking from me, the flavour'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 confide in,
Never dealing shady and letting the enemy slide in,
This rap game is all I got to maintain,
It keeps me sane in 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,
"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.