Madd Kapp - Think About It lyrics

{*28 seconds of instrumental to open*} [Madd Kapp] I don't see no love around us, dirty ridin chunk of dirt I see the devil lightin fires, see the world gettin worse Watch the news and see the sufferin, enough of it can hurt Disappointment is my everyday, my neighborhood's my church How the hell can you just pa** around the plate and play blind When the economical has astronomically declined You can scream Thug Life and swear to God that you hot Just keep one thing in mind man, you ain't 2Pac 2Pac got shot and that's the path that you travel? Well that's a damn shame man, young lives unravelled Sometimes the world's on my shoulders and I feel like quittin If I pa**ed on, I wonder if somebody would listen Cause nowadays, we identify pleasure with pain Like every hero that we ever had died in vain Will we change any time soon? I highly doubt it This life is real that we live in, we should think about it [Madd Kapp] Sometimes the rhyme's like speakin in tongues Dead language, undetected by the powerful ones They get lucky and crack codes like fa'shizzle and such And ma** market it, livin off the blood in our nuts Rapin hip-hop, molestin street music Quote what they want to and misconstrued it Live off 2Pac and live off Big And live off of the money of suburban kids And make, murder attractive, tell 'em be thugs Then tell 'em it's all glamorous and tell 'em it's love But the damage is unaninmous, half of us on d** One quarter deceased and one quarter just lost If people would do the math I know they'd be pissed off We tired of gettin nuttin, we ready for lift-off God bless the dead and those who paved the way Your voices are still ringin while the angels say Think about it [Madd Kapp] We all hustlers~! Survivin hardships and struggles Most rappers got ties with a friend in the bubble It ain't the game that's deceased, it's the people involved It's the yes man, standin makin money from y'all And you allow him, bow down and pay Satan allowance For the ice and the mansions and the Porsche and the prowess Just a pawn in the game for the fame and cheddar But your soul's in the flames cause you love this better I'ma pray for your ignorant a** and ask mercy And mash a whole album, you can't ever hurt thee I'm Madd Kapp, I don't boast or brag I got sixteen years with my nasty a** Hahaha! I taught people how to rhyme and make beats It ain't a mystery, down river belongs to me Ha ha! So whatever man I love my kids I love to see 'em strike a deal in the music biz Think about it