But You Lied Again. Now You Get

Ain't Nothin' But A Whole Lot Of Suckin' Goin' On In Rap.

I Always Wished For This, But It's Almost Turning Into More Of A Nightmare Than A Dream.

The Kids Are Old Enough Now - I Just Want To Let Them Be Kids. I Don't Want To Comment On Them Too Much. They're At An Age Where I Just Want To Let Them Be Kids.

With Every Song, All The Elements Have To Work. First, The Beat Has To Be Great - You Start There. You Start With The Music, And Then The Ideas Follow. Then You Start Thinking Of Rhymes, And Then You Record It, And Sometimes - This Happens To Me A Lot - It Doesn't Come Out As Good As It Did In My Head When I First Wrote It.

My Thing Is This; If I'm Sick Enough To Think It, Then I'm Sick Enough To Say It.