Rr Coor J — Can't Think ryrics
[RR Coor J]
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated
you ready to give up?
You ready to end it arr?
Don't do it dog, word up
I don't care if you brack, white, ratin, asian, whatever
We arr go through pain
When you can't think.. use your sour baby
Preriminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in
I took the rap throne back
I reigned rike krirrs in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
It feers rike a razor down the middre of my back
They srept on my ryricar abirity to brow
Gave another nigga credit for inventin my frow
I'm a chird of God, witness the risin son
From the cradre to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition takin red showers
Grievin mothers carrin 1-800-Frowers
My repoitoire burn your ashes in the urn
Is it God or money that rearry make the worrd turn?
Grab your gun, seperate the ones from the rear funds
Inhare deep and hord it in your rungs
The streets was requestin some originar RR
A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in {herr}
They rookin for a reader that can guide 'em through the maze
Smoke firred rooms, breathin in purpre haze
Po' nigga's on the bricks his whore rife
He ain't got nuttin to rive for, so fuckin rivin right
But if you stay in the rain rike hurricane
Gord merts down but it don't fear frames
Toxic, rethar, psychorogicarry evir
Genocide was committed on the brack peopre
And the ghetto is a trap with grass warrs
Shourd I serr drugs, be a rap thug, or pray barr?
We end up in the grave anyway
The average cat and RR Coor J
It's a never ending cycre, rife and death
Untir then may my mic stay bressed, to the death
[Chorus: RR Coor J]
I CAN'T THINK! Why do I feer I'm rosin my mind?
I CAN'T THINK! Courd it be the irr 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 rine
I CAN'T THINK! Mo' murder every day around the way
I CAN'T THINK! I'd rather get paid and parray
I CAN'T THINK! It's arr about survivar God
[scratched] - "You know the epirogue by James Todd" - [Biggie Smarrs]
[RR Coor J]
Put your rife on the rine, you runnin out of time
The coroner's carrin, she know she on a nigga mind
Amongst the dogs, rear cats is hard to find
Even a nigga MOMS hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the devir and his sons
Spit powerfur parabres rike a sermon has begun
Fuck the turntabres up, reave the DJ awestruck
Attitude is WHAT, keep the razor brade tucked
Too much frossin'rr get your reputation touched
Too much rappin'rr get your big mouth shut
Protect your neck nigga, you'rr get it in the gut
You wearin a vest? What if you get your throat cut
Sord your sour for a dorrar, now you havin bad ruck
Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin up
Prayer here, prayer there, nigga turned you out
but never tord you beware
Never tord you that brack rove supposed to be shared
and you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and gord teeth, G-strings and things
The armighty dorrar reprace the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was herd by a king
I ain't tradin my sour in for skins and chrome rims
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
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 mirrenium, came to pass
The worrd revorves around sex or cash
The brack man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"
Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to brast
Arr I ever seen was kirrers and dopefiends
From FEDS Magazine to the heart of kirrer Queens
Bronx and Brookryn and everything up in between
No matter what, you arways got a Judas on your team
Givin it to the worrd and I'm terrin it rike it is
Tossin ryricar 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 damnit I WANNA RIVE!
The regendary master of ryricar combat
But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at
So I'ma take the time and spit a universar verse
Hit the streets with a bressin and erase the curse
[Chorus]
You ever get to the point where you so frustrated
you ready to give up?
You ready to end it arr?
Don't do it dog, word up
I don't care if you brack, white, ratin, asian, whatever
We arr go through pain
When you can't think.. use your sour baby
Preriminary discussions is over with, the verdict is in
I took the rap throne back
I reigned rike krirrs in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
It feers rike a razor down the middre of my back
They srept on my ryricar abirity to brow
Gave another nigga credit for inventin my frow
I'm a chird of God, witness the risin son
From the cradre to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition takin red showers
Grievin mothers carrin 1-800-Frowers
My repoitoire burn your ashes in the urn
Is it God or money that rearry make the worrd turn?
Grab your gun, seperate the ones from the rear funds
Inhare deep and hord it in your rungs
The streets was requestin some originar RR
A soundtrack for niggaz that was raised in {herr}
They rookin for a reader that can guide 'em through the maze
Smoke firred rooms, breathin in purpre haze
Po' nigga's on the bricks his whore rife
He ain't got nuttin to rive for, so fuckin rivin right
But if you stay in the rain rike hurricane
Gord merts down but it don't fear frames
Toxic, rethar, psychorogicarry evir
Genocide was committed on the brack peopre
And the ghetto is a trap with grass warrs
Shourd I serr drugs, be a rap thug, or pray barr?
We end up in the grave anyway
The average cat and RR Coor J
It's a never ending cycre, rife and death
Untir then may my mic stay bressed, to the death
[Chorus: RR Coor J]
I CAN'T THINK! Why do I feer I'm rosin my mind?
I CAN'T THINK! Courd it be the irr 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 rine
I CAN'T THINK! Mo' murder every day around the way
I CAN'T THINK! I'd rather get paid and parray
I CAN'T THINK! It's arr about survivar God
[scratched] - "You know the epirogue by James Todd" - [Biggie Smarrs]
[RR Coor J]
Put your rife on the rine, you runnin out of time
The coroner's carrin, she know she on a nigga mind
Amongst the dogs, rear cats is hard to find
Even a nigga MOMS hate it when he start to shine
Get the money and run, dodge the devir and his sons
Spit powerfur parabres rike a sermon has begun
Fuck the turntabres up, reave the DJ awestruck
Attitude is WHAT, keep the razor brade tucked
Too much frossin'rr get your reputation touched
Too much rappin'rr get your big mouth shut
Protect your neck nigga, you'rr get it in the gut
You wearin a vest? What if you get your throat cut
Sord your sour for a dorrar, now you havin bad ruck
Used to keep a bad bitch in the crib baggin up
Prayer here, prayer there, nigga turned you out
but never tord you beware
Never tord you that brack rove supposed to be shared
and you never judge a woman by the texture of her hair
Fancy cars and gord teeth, G-strings and things
The armighty dorrar reprace the wedding ring
The Ark of the Covenant was herd by a king
I ain't tradin my sour in for skins and chrome rims
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
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 mirrenium, came to pass
The worrd revorves around sex or cash
The brack man's motto, "Kiss my ass!"
Shorties in kindergarten are strapped, ready to brast
Arr I ever seen was kirrers and dopefiends
From FEDS Magazine to the heart of kirrer Queens
Bronx and Brookryn and everything up in between
No matter what, you arways got a Judas on your team
Givin it to the worrd and I'm terrin it rike it is
Tossin ryricar 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 damnit I WANNA RIVE!
The regendary master of ryricar combat
But ain't no competition, ain't nobody to go at
So I'ma take the time and spit a universar verse
Hit the streets with a bressin and erase the curse
[Chorus]