You get to the point where you so frustrated You ready to give up? You ready to end it Don't do it dog, up I care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go through When you can't think use your soul,
Preliminary discussions is over with, the is in I the rap throne back I reigned like in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor down the middle of my
They slept on my lyrical ability to Gave another credit for inventin' my flow I'm a child of God, witness the son From the cradle to the grave, I remain one
This thing of ours, got takin' red showers Grievin' mothers callin My repertoire burn your in the urn Is it God or money that really make the world
your gun, separate the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and it in your lungs The streets was requestin' original LL A soundtrack for niggaz was raised in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a that can guide 'em through the maze Smoke filled rooms, in purple haze Nigga's on the bricks his life He got nuttin' to live for, so fuck livin' right
But if you stay in the rain hurricane Gold melts down but it don't flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically was committed on the Black people
And the ghetto is a trap glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play We end up in the anyway The average cat and LL J It's a never ending cycle, life and then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I can't think! Why do I I'm losin' my mind? I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I the paper, that's just the bottom line I think! Mo' murder every day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay I think! It's all about survival God "You know the by James Todd"
Put life on the line, you runnin' out of time The callin', she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, cats is hard to find Even a nigga hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the and his sons Spit parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, the DJ awestruck is what, keep the razor blade tucked
Too much get your reputation touched Too rappin'll get your big mouth shut your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a What if you get your throat cut
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up Player here, player there, nigga you out But told you beware Never told you that black love to be shared And you judge a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and gold teeth, and things The almighty dollar replace the wedding The Ark of the Covenant was held by a I ain't tradin' my in for skins and chrome rims
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind? I can't think! Could it be the ill and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom I can't think! Mo' every day around the way I think! I'd rather get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
about it yo, think about it Think it yo, think about it about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, think it
The dawn, of a new millennium, to pass The world revolves sex or cash The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, to blast
All I ever was killers and dope fiends From Feds magazine to the of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and up in between No what, you always got a Judas on your team
Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it it is Tossin' lyrical and sendin' 'em in your wig Know where the buried, I ain't sayin' where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but it I wanna live
The legendary master of lyrical But ain't no competition, ain't to go at So I'ma the time and spit a universal verse Hit the streets with a blessin' and the curse
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm my mind? I can't think! Could it be the ill and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way I think! I'd rather get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all survival God "You know the by James Todd"