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. [Chorus x2]. 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. [Chorus x2]