[LL Cool J] You ever get to the point where you so frustrated you ready to give up? You ready to end it all? Don t do it dog
word up I don t care if you black
white
latin
asian
whatever We all go through pain When you can t think..
use your soul baby Preliminary discussions is over with
the verdict is in I took the rap throne back I reigned like krills in eighty-seven
my name is on the map It feels like a razor down the middle of my back They slept on my lyrical ability to blow Gave another nigga credit for inventin my flow I m a child of God
witness the risin son From the cradle to the grave
I remain number one This thing of ours
got competition takin red showers Grievin mothers callin 1-800-Flowers My repoitoire burn your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really make the world turn? Grab your gun
seperate the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and hold it in your lungs The streets was requestin some original LL A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in {hell} They lookin for a leader that can guide em through the maze Smoke filled rooms
breathin in purple haze Po nigga s on the bricks his whole life He ain t got nuttin to live for
so in livin right But if you stay in the rain like hurricane Gold melts down but it don t fear flames Toxic
lethal
psychologically evil Genocide was committed on the black people And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls Should I sell drugs
be a rap thug
or play ball? We end up in the grave anyway The average cat and LL Cool J It s a never ending cycle
life and death Until then may my mic stay blessed
to the death [Chorus: LL Cool J] I CAN T THINK! Why do I feel I m losin my mind? I CAN T THINK! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I CAN T THINK! Even though I m a one of a kind I CAN T THINK! I want the paper
that s just the bottom line I CAN T THINK! Mo murder every day around the way I CAN T THINK! I d rather get paid and parlay I CAN T THINK! It s all about survival God [scratched] - "You know the epilogue by James Todd" - [Biggie Smalls] [LL Cool J] Put your life on the line
you runnin out of time The coroner s callin
she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs
real cats is hard to find Even a nigga MOMS hate it when he start to shine Get the money and run
dodge the devil and his sons Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun the turntables up
leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is WHAT
keep the razor blade tucked Too much flossin ll get your reputation touched Too much rappin ll get your big mouth shut Protect your neck nigga
you ll get it in the gut You wearin a vest? What if you get your throat cut Sold your soul for a dollar
now you havin bad luck Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin up Player here
player there
nigga turned you out but never told you beware Never told you that black love supposed to be shared and you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair Fancy cars and gold teeth
G-strings and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring The Ark of the Covenant was held by a king I ain t tradin my soul in for skins and chrome rims [Chorus] [LL Cool J] Think about it yo
think about it Think about it yo
think about it Think about it yo
think about it Think about it yo
think about it! The dawn
of a new millenium
came to pass The world revolves around sex or cash The black man s motto
"Kiss my ass!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped
ready to blast All I ever seen was killers and dopefiends From FEDS Magazine to the heart of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in between No matter what
you always got a Judas on your team Givin it to the world and I m tellin it like it is Tossin lyrical daggers and sendin em in your wig Know where the body s buried
I ain t sayin where it is Raised inside the ghetto
but damnit I WANNA LIVE! The legendary master of lyrical combat But ain t no competition
ain t nobody to go at So I ma take the time and spit a universal verse Hit the streets with a blessin and erase the curse [Chorus] |
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