Текст песни
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, dawg
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 wit', 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 risin' sun
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
It's in 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 O'neal
They lookin' for a leader that can guide 'em through the maze
Smoke-filled rooms, breathin' in purple haze
Nigga was 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
Nigga, 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, uh
(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