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 repertoire burn your ashes in the urn   Is it God or money that really make the world turn?      Grab your gun, separate 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 [Incomprehensible]      They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze   Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple haze   Nigga's on the bricks his whole life   He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck 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      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   "You know the epilogue by James Todd"      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      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   "You know the epilogue by James Todd"      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 millennium, 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 dope fiends   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 damn it 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      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   "You know the epilogue by James Todd"