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[LL Cool J]You ever get to the point where you so frustratedyou ready to give up?You ready to end it all?Don't do it dog, word upI don't care if you black, white, latin, asian, whateverWe all go through painWhen you can't think.. use your soul babyPreliminary discussions is over with, the verdict is inI took the rap throne backI reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the mapIt feels like a razor down the middle of my backThey slept on my lyrical ability to blowGave another nigga credit for inventin my flowI'm a child of God, witness the risin sonFrom the cradle to the grave, I remain number oneThis thing of ours, got competition takin red showersGrievin mothers callin 1-800-FlowersMy repoitoire burn your ashes in the urnIs it God or money that really make the world turn?Grab your gun, seperate the ones from the real fundsInhale deep and hold it in your lungsThe streets was requestin some original LLA soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in {hell}They lookin for a leader that can guide 'em through the mazeSmoke filled rooms, breathin in purple hazePo' nigga's on the bricks his whole lifeHe ain't got nuttin to live for, so fuckin livin rightBut if you stay in the rain like hurricaneGold melts down but it don't fear flamesToxic, lethal, psychologically evilGenocide was committed on the black peopleAnd the ghetto is a trap with glass wallsShould I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball?We end up in the grave anywayThe average cat and LL Cool JIt's a never ending cycle, life and deathUntil 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 kindI CAN'T THINK! I want the paper, that's just the bottom lineI CAN'T THINK! Mo' murder every day around the wayI CAN'T THINK! I'd rather get paid and parlayI 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 timeThe coroner's callin, she know she on a nigga mindAmongst the dogs, real cats is hard to findEven a nigga MOMS hate it when he start to shineGet the money and run, dodge the devil and his sonsSpit powerful parables like a sermon has begunFuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruckAttitude is WHAT, keep the razor blade tuckedToo much flossin'll get your reputation touchedToo much rappin'll get your big mouth shutProtect your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gutYou wearin a vest? What if you get your throat cutSold your soul for a dollar, now you havin bad luckUsed to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin upPlayer here, player there, nigga turned you outbut never told you bewareNever told you that black love supposed to be sharedand you never judge a woman by the texture of her hairFancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and thingsThe almighty dollar replace the wedding ringThe Ark of the Covenant was held by a kingI ain't tradin my soul in for skins and chrome rims[Chorus][LL Cool J]Think about it yo, think about itThink about it yo, think about itThink about it yo, think about itThink about it yo, think about it!The dawn, of a new millenium, came to passThe world revolves around sex or cashThe black man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blastAll I ever seen was killers and dopefiendsFrom FEDS Magazine to the heart of killer QueensBronx and Brooklyn and everything up in betweenNo matter what, you always got a Judas on your teamGivin it to the world and I'm tellin it like it isTossin lyrical daggers and sendin em in your wigKnow where the body's buried, I ain't sayin where it isRaised inside the ghetto, but damnit I WANNA LIVE!The legendary master of lyrical combatBut ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go atSo I'ma take the time and spit a universal verseHit the streets with a blessin and erase the curse[Chorus]more free lyrics