Take a Look (At Yourself)

A lot of people don't realize the reason why I'm retiring

I'm tired as a motherfucker

And I'm tried of suckas always complainin' about your situation

'Cause you frontin'

You dig?

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Came up short, man

Yeah, it's just one time too many

Don't try to get too friendly

I shouldn't give you any

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, you know respect

You messed up son, tryin' play mack money

You went for self, for the fast wealth

But you know what's funny

Now you're falling, crawling, cryin' out for reason

Should I sympathize? Or let my lyrics give legions

And cuts, 'cause I could straighten you up

I ain't on no crusade, it's just that your game's played

What are you afraid to make moves and get really big?

You might fade, 'cause punk you live for today

Now most of your chances already blew away

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Listen, forget the dissin' I'm admittin'

I've done some wrong, also wrote some dope songs

My man Roy, he brought the vibes low, low

Now in there, in here gettin' funky with the track

I used to drive a Cadillac, it took me there and back

But seriously, Black, how you livin'?

From what I can see, word to mother you're slippin'

If I were you, I'd stop this fantasy world stuff

'Cause the real world's tough, you ain't equipped enough

Step back, analyze, and use your own eyes to see

I can't be you, you can't be me

For your problems, no you can't blame no one else

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

I ain't running away, never kid

Yo, are you?

I been through the BS, I got scars, a few many

But I can't dwell on the hell that I passed through

I'ma blast through, and do what I gotta do

Amazing, suckers think this rap stuff won't phase them

I'll wait then, and cross the ceilings till they cave in

Don't give in, 'cause the power keeps me driven

I'll destroy the weak noise with much poise

And no toys or tricks, so stay off my tip

And get a grip on your own, and get a life of your own

And stop waitin', for things to come to you

That's for chumps, I know what you outta do

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Yeah, I wanna give a big, big shout out to the Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

A groove on, to my man Premier

Crazy shout out to all the boroughs in New York

Know what I'm sayin'

My man Roy Ayers is in full effect

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself

Take a look at yourself, take a look at yourself

Take one big look, take a look at yourself