(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)