You get to the point where you so frustrated You ready to give up? You ready to end it do it dog, word up I don't if you Black, White, Latin, Asian, whatever We all go pain When you can't use your soul, baby
Preliminary discussions is with, the verdict is in I the rap throne back I like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map It feels like a razor the middle of my back
They slept on my ability to blow Gave nigga credit for inventin' my flow I'm a child of God, the risin' son From the cradle to the grave, I number one
This thing of ours, got competition takin' red Grievin' mothers 1-800-flowers My repertoire your ashes in the urn Is it God or money that really make the world
Grab your gun, the ones from the real funds Inhale deep and hold it in your The was requestin' some original LL A soundtrack for that was raised in [Incomprehensible]
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the Smoke filled rooms, breathin' in haze on the bricks his whole life He ain't got nuttin' to live for, so fuck right
But if you in the rain like hurricane Gold melts down but it fear flames Toxic, lethal, psychologically Genocide was committed on the people
And the is a trap with glass walls Should I sell drugs, be a rap thug, or ball? We end up in the grave The cat and LL Cool J It's a never cycle, life and death Until then may my mic stay blessed, to the
I can't think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the line I can't think! Mo' every day around the way I can't think! I'd get paid and parlay I can't think! It's all about God "You know the epilogue by Todd"
Put your life on the line, you out of time The callin', she know she on a nigga mind Amongst the dogs, real cats is to find Even a moms hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the and his sons powerful parables like a sermon has begun Fuck the turntables up, the DJ awestruck Attitude is what, keep the razor blade
Too much flossin'll get reputation touched Too much rappin'll get your big mouth Protect your nigga, you'll get it in the gut You wearin' a vest? What if you get throat cut
Sold your soul for a dollar, now you havin' bad Used to keep a bad in the crib baggin' up Player here, there, nigga turned you out But told you beware Never told you that black love supposed to be And you never judge a woman by the of her hair
cars and gold teeth, G-strings and things The almighty dollar the wedding ring The Ark of the was held by a king I ain't my soul in for skins and chrome rims
I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind? I can't think! it be the ill beats and rhymes? I think! Even though I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I want the paper, that's just the bottom I can't think! Mo' every day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay I can't think! all about survival God "You know the by James Todd"
Think about it yo, about it Think it yo, think about it Think it yo, think about it Think it yo, think about it
The dawn, of a new millennium, to pass The world around sex or cash The Black motto, "Kiss my ass!" Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to
All I ever seen was and dope fiends Feds magazine to the heart of killer Queens Bronx and Brooklyn and everything up in No matter what, you always got a Judas on your
Givin' it to the world and I'm tellin' it it is Tossin' lyrical daggers and 'em in your wig Know the body's buried, I ain't sayin' where it is inside the ghetto, but damn it I wanna live
The legendary of lyrical combat But ain't no competition, ain't to go at So I'ma take the time and spit a universal Hit the streets with a blessin' and the curse
I think! Why do I feel I'm losin' my mind? I think! Could it be the ill beats and rhymes? I can't think! Even I'm a one of a kind I can't think! I the paper, that's just the bottom line I can't think! Mo' murder day around the way I can't think! I'd rather get and parlay I can't think! It's all about God "You the epilogue by James Todd"