作曲 : Tyrone Fyffe & James Todd Smith 作词 : Fyfee, Smith 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 LLA 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 JIt'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 QueensBronx 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"