Lyric Think About It
(Think about it) --> Rakim
[ VERSE 1 ]
Sometime I wanna rhyme, but then again I must wait
For the approaching of a toy to introduce 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)
[ VERSE 2 ]
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)
[ VERSE 3 ]
The lyrics are suffice, suffice are my lyrics
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)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Sometime I wanna rhyme, but then again I must wait
For the approaching of a toy to introduce 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)
[ VERSE 2 ]
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)
[ VERSE 3 ]
The lyrics are suffice, suffice are my lyrics
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)
