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[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 fuckin 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

Fuck 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]

[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 fuckin 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

Fuck 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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