Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To

I Lay Puzzle As I Backtrack To Earlier Times, Nothing's Equivalent To The New York State Of Mind

Life Is Parallel To Hell But I Must Maintain And Be Prosperous, Though We Live Dangerous.

All On The Street, You Get Treated Like A Street Cat: "all Right, You've Been Eatin' Enough, You're Fat, Get Out Of The Way Now And Let Somebody Else Come By."

Some People Work Hard To Be Something That They're Not, And I Don't Work At All, I'm Just Me. And That Can Bother Anybody I'm Not Working Nearly As Hard As The Other Guys, And They Don't Like It.

I Rap For Listeners, Blunt Heads, Fly Ladies And Prisoners