Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To

Your Look Reflects Whats Happening In Your Mind.

I'm The Young City Bandit, Hold Myself Down Singlehanded For Murder Raps, I Kick My Thoughts Alone, Get Remanded Born Alone, Die Alone, No Crew To Keep My Crown Or Throne I'm Deep By Sound Alone, Caved Inside In A Thousand Miles From Home

...shorty's Laugh Was Cold-blooded As He Spoke So Foul, Only Twelve Tryin To Tell Me That He Liked My Style. Then I Rose, Wiping The Blunt's Ash From My Clothes, Then Froze, Only To Blow The Herb Smoke Through My Nose.

There's Really Nothing Better Than Music To Bring People Together And To Have Amazing Music Being Not Just Created Inside Walls But Then Decimating And Activating Is Going To Be Special.

No Idea Is Original, There's Nothing New Under The Sun, It's Never What You Do, But How It's Done