Can't Think

I don't care if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever
A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in [Incomprehensible]
He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck livin' right
And you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair
I'm a child of God, witness the risin' son

I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
Hit the streets with a blessin' and erase the curse
It's a never ending cycle, life and death

But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at
The coroner's callin', she know she on a nigga mind
All I ever seen was killers and dope fiends
Gold melts down but it don't fear flames
Get the money and run, dodge the devil and his sons
This thing of ours, got competition takin' red showers
Don't do it dog, word up
Too much flossin'll get your reputation touched
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
Inhale deep and hold it in your lungs
Spit powerful parables like a sermon has begun
So I'ma take the time and spit a universal verse
I ain't tradin' my soul in for skins and chrome rims
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
Attitude is what, keep the razor blade tucked
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
My repertoire burn your ashes in the urn
Player here, player there, nigga turned you out
Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it like it is

Toxic, lethal, psychologically evil
Raised inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live
I took the rap throne back
Know where the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is

It feels like a razor down the middle of my back

Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the death
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
We end up in the grave anyway
Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in purple haze
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
When you can't think use your soul, baby
I can't think! It's all about survival God
Think about it yo, think about it
We all go through pain

Think about it yo, think about it

I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind
Think about it yo, think about it
Too much rappin'll get your big mouth shut
But if you stay in the rain like hurricane
The legendary master of lyrical combat

I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
The almighty dollar replace the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was held by a king
No matter what, you always got a Judas on your team
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad luck
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
Fuck the turntables up, leave the DJ awestruck

But never told you beware

The average cat and LL Cool J
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?

I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
Think about it yo, think about it
You wearin' a vest? What if you get your throat cut
Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or play ball?

Never told you that black love supposed to be shared
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind?
They slept on my lyrical ability to blow
Grievin' mothers callin 1-800-flowers
I can't think! Even though I'm a one of a kind

"You know the epilogue by James Todd"
The Black man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"
Genocide was committed on the Black people
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
Gave another nigga credit for inventin' my flow
Nigga's on the bricks his whole life

Fancy cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things

I can't think! It's all about survival God
I can't think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes?
Amongst the dogs, real cats is hard to find
Preliminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom line
Even a nigga moms hate it when he start to shine

Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in between
The dawn, of a new millennium, came to pass

"You know the epilogue by James Todd"
I can't think! I'd rather get paid and parlay
From Feds magazine to the heart of killer Queens
Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of time
I can't think! It's all about survival God
From the cradle to the grave, I remain number one
I can't think! Mo' murder every day around the way
The streets was requestin' some original LL
Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin' up
Protect your neck nigga, you'll get it in the gut
Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to blast
And the ghetto is a trap with glass walls
The world revolves around sex or cash
Tossin' lyrical daggers and sendin' 'em in your wig