You ever get to the point you so frustrated You ready to give up? You to end it all? Don't do it dog, up I don't if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go through you can't think use your soul, baby
Preliminary is over with, the verdict is in I took the rap back I reigned like in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor the middle of my back
They slept on my ability to blow Gave another nigga credit for my flow I'm a child of God, witness the son From the to the grave, I remain number one
This of ours, got competition takin' red showers Grievin' callin 1-800-flowers My repertoire burn your in the urn Is it God or money that really make the turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones the real funds Inhale and hold it in your lungs The streets was some original LL A soundtrack for that was raised in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em the maze Smoke rooms, breathin' in purple haze Nigga's on the bricks his life He ain't got nuttin' to for, so fuck livin' right
But if you in the rain like hurricane Gold melts down but it fear flames Toxic, lethal, evil Genocide was committed on the people
And the ghetto is a trap with walls I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball? We end up in the grave The average cat and LL J It's a never ending cycle, and death then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind? I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a I think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' every day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get paid and I can't think! It's all about God "You the epilogue by James Todd"
Put life on the line, you runnin' out of time The coroner's callin', she she on a nigga mind the dogs, real cats is hard to find Even a moms hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his Spit parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the up, leave the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor blade
Too much flossin'll get reputation touched Too much 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 for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck Used to keep a bad in the crib baggin' up Player here, player there, nigga you out But told you beware Never told you black love supposed to be shared And you judge a woman by the texture of her hair
cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar the wedding ring The Ark of the Covenant was by a king I ain't tradin' my soul in for 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! though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder every day the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! all about survival God "You know the by James Todd"
about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, about it about it yo, think about it Think about it yo, about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to The world revolves sex or cash The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast
All I ever seen was and dope fiends From Feds magazine to the of killer Queens and Brooklyn and everything up in between No matter what, you always got a Judas on your
Givin' it to the world and I'm it like it is lyrical daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig Know where the body's buried, I ain't where it is Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I live
The legendary master of combat But ain't no competition, ain't to go at So I'ma take the time and a universal verse Hit the with a blessin' and erase the curse
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? 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 can't think! Mo' murder every day the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I think! It's all about survival God "You the epilogue by James Todd"