Think About It

(think about it)--> rakim
 Sometime I wanna rhyme, but then again I must wait
 For the approaching of a toy toduce him to his fate
 Death, I always try to figure out why
 Sucker mc's wanna battle me when they know they will die
 In the end, so why pretend you're livin trifle
 I'ma rope you up like a cowboy, stifle
 Your throat with my microphone cord, cause I'm the lord
 Of the rhyme, some people say that they can never get bored
 Cause I'm exciting, pleasurable listening
 I'm only tryin to show you what your records keep on missing, and
 I'm only tryin to help our your crew, and
 I know I must forgive ya, cause you don't know what you're doin
 So sucker mc's, please think twice
 Would you join the navy if you didn't like the gravy and rice?
 Think about it
 (think about it)
 Think about that, then think about this
 If I tried to hit you, do you think that I would miss?
 Well, I'm fast, I only hit the center, mass and head
 I'm special ed, funkadelic relic of the ages
 If you like this, then I got pages and pages
 Some dumb bubbleyum bubblegum chewin
 Chumps be screwin
 I the fly, I wonder why
 What's the reason for the treason, huh, you wanna die?
 I'm high-post, higher than most
 Not from france, but I eat french toast
 I'm international, I make the cash in all ways
 Got dollars in my pocket, cause man, it pays
 To be smart, I turn my art into an empire
 Cause I grow and grow, so you know I never tire
 Got the status and the clout, no doubt
 Of all time, I got the rhyme to take you out
 Cause my rap is like a trap that you fall into
 I'm special ed, now who the hell are you?
 You're unknown, don't even own a microphone
 You can't rap, you make me wanna cap a stone
 In your eye, why do you persist to make noise
 When ever since I was a kid I never did like toys
 I get furious, leavin mc's curious
 In a daze, my hits do faze
 I recommend you listen to the phrase that pays
 Don't jest, you won't succeed
 I make you bleed till you need a transfusion
 This is no illusion
 I know you're gettin blurried, don't worry, it's confusion
 Of the mind, don't whine, you can't cry forever
 It'll take your life to decipher the clever
 Rhymes that I say in the way that I do
 Akshun luv, my deejay, I guess it's on you
 But is there anybody better? I doubt it
 And if you think you are, I think you better think about it
 (think about it)
 Idolized by the public, praised by the critics
 Worth more than gold, longer than a giraffe
 Take em to the pawn shop, get a yard and a half
 And I'm the creator of the rhymes you praise
 All of y'all with the gall I will leave in a daze
 Try to battle me, and i'ma make it my job
 To burn you as I turn you like a shishkebab
 Cause yo, the style that I portrait is the style of a leader
 If you' re really gonna battle me, you're really gonna need a
 Whole crew, not two, three or four
 You gonna need a whole posse, a mossie or more
 Cause I'm strong, rap long, yet the rhymes don't drag
 Like a bag full of tricks or a trick in a bag
 I'm uprising, surprising
 Not a nag, not antagonizing
 Cause I'm full of fun, and I got a gun
 To kill mc's fresher than me, but there are none
 Cause I've looked everywhere
 Under every rock, in every chair
 Mc's they try to hide when I get hot
 I know that they hide, but where I know not
 You're nothin but a sucker, chump you're scared
 You tried to battle me, but you wasn't prepared
 You slept, I crept up, shot your drawers
 And now you're runnin for your life like you're swimmin from jaws
 But go, I know that you've learned your lesson
 Go to church, just confess, and
 Tell the preacher you committed sin
 You battled special ed when you couldn't win
 Tried, you cried, you shouted, you pouted
 But I told ya - you should thought about it
 (think about it)