Laulunsanoja:
No Turning Back Mentally Ill

that life fucking ends And then what will you have to show Not that much that's all I know. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU Are your mentally ill? WHAT'S

but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat Chrome is two turned bitch, I love this city heat Arsenal, blazin

Before becoming a runaway slave Here's a taste of mental slavery A backtrack You don't, you don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist

, walk to your chair Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare at the teacher More, tune in to we're clockin' ya, lean back at this girl kept clockin

, *** I got the illest of the ill mentality, *** be grabbing me Knowing that they'd rather be stabbing me All up in my back trying to take my track When

' Your mental I'm afflictin' Actin' ill and sickin' Pickin' the victim at random, slammin' 'em Draggin' them to the stage and dismantlin' them As my Hydrogen turns

back to Queens bridge Black it's only crack sales makin' niggaz act like that Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back As things changed

'm mentally ill And I don't understand all the reasons Well, I think it's killin' season and neither does my schizophrenic friends So therefore nigga due to my mental

my enemy Ill-fated forget it you can't win I'm in I came out I survived I made it I've had so much good fortune A turn for the better for me comes often