Cant Think Lyrics by LL Cool J

Cant 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 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 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 niggaz 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' nigga's on the bricks his whole life
    He ain't got nuttin to live for, so fuckin 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

    [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 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

    [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 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 dopefiends
    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 damnit 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

    [Chorus]

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