Ty Fyffe - Can't Think lyrics

[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 n***a 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 n***as 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' n***a's on the bricks his whole life He ain't got nuttin to live for, so f**in 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 gla** walls Should I sell d**, 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 d**h Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the d**h 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 n***a mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find Even a n***a 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 f** 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 n***a, 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 b**h in the crib baggin up Player here, player there, n***a 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 pa** The world revolves around s** or cash The black man's motto, "Kiss my a**!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast All I ever seen was k**ers and dopefiends From FEDS Magazine to the heart of k**er 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'mma take the time and spit a universal verse Hit the streets with a blessin and erase the curse Chorus