Hook:
   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 One:
  
   I'm a shadow of my former self
   So when 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 dues til I paid do nots.
   And will never will what you say affect the outcome --
   See, momma always told me opinions are like assholes;
   Cuz everyone has 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 juglar vien
   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
   'Cuz raw power moves, require muscle knowing I'm going out trife
   Already got one strike, two more and that's life without possibility of
   paroll
   Having to stroll in my shoes ain't easy
   Lookin' forward to 3 hots from a cell block fuckin' my fifi nigga feel me?
   'Cuz 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 ya momma's gynacologist.
   Make a radio hit - headz 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 baby's with hangers
   And chronic stress is comtemplated 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 Two:
  
   Who can I blame cuz my skull can't contain these thought waves
   My syntax hydroplanes as though my brain
   Slides over liquidated grains of asphault caught cranial calluses
   Over analysis leads to paralysis, mediocrity my nemesis
   Try to fuck every radical feminist I meet, call it engage and defeat
   That's the reason why black men hide in the womb, homes
   Cuz life is all taxes and tombstones
   So as flesh and bone I zone my thoughts explode with rap shranel syntax;
   That'll wax to the past, and 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?
   Cuz true lyricists in hip-hop Joe Public be dissin
   Niggas don't relate
   Elevate and its treated like elevator music
   Cuz' nigga don't listen
   But ridicle is the burden of genius
   Have you ever seen this socioeconomic gullitine 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 micropic to fat pockets
   Exploitation is world's oldest occupation
   And it's the task of Jamaican chicken when a nigga gets jerked
   Causing me to revert to verses -
   Versus snapping like your neighborhood post office worker
   (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
   Becuz 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 familar with record company rule #4080:
   Fuck Luther and Sadie for talking food out my babies mouth denying sample
   clearance
   I'm losing my mind
   Outter body experience it's paranormal
   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...