Can't Think Lyrics - G.o.a.t. - Ll Cool J

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 LL 

A 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 J 

It'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 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 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"