Testo Can't Think - LL Cool J
Testo della canzone Can't Think (LL Cool J), tratta dall'album G. O. A. T. Featuring James T. Smith: The Greatest Of All Time (Explicit Version)
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 reign like krills in '87, 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 rising sun
From the cradle to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours got competition takin' red showers
Grieven 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 guns, 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 niggas that was raised in (What?)
They lookin' for a leader that could guide 'em through the maze
Smoke-filled rooms, breathin' in purple haze
Niggas on the bricks his whole life
He ain't got nothin' 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 'til the death, ugh
(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 parlayed
(I can't think) It's all about survival, God, ugh
You know the F along by James Bond
Put your life on the line, you runnin' out of time
The coroner's callin', she knows 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 son
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 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's 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 replaced 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 parlayed
(I can't think) It's all about survival, God, ugh
You know the F along by James Bond
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, ugh
The dawn of a new millennium came to pass
The world revolves around sex and cash
The Black man's motto? "Kiss my ass"
Shorties in kindergarten is 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 to spit a universal verse
Hit the streets with a blessing 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 parlayed
(I can't think) It's all about survival, God, ugh
You know the F along by James Bond
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Writer(s): James Todd Smith, Tyrone Gregory Fyffe
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